The blade of the knife emanated a terrifying murderous aura. An ordinary person might only feel a chill, or perhaps feel nothing at all, but as an immortal cultivator, Chu Hao felt as though his very soul were trembling.
This blade had undoubtedly tasted the blood of countless victims.
When the hulking man saw that the box contained nothing but a knife, his aggressive demeanor vanished in an instant. He stared at the blade, then at the world-weary Old Monk.
Chapter 53