Amidst an atmosphere as solemn and majestic as the gaze of a deity, Lingxuzi maintained a respectful demeanor, his posture as upright as a pine. In a clear voice, he said, "Please, follow me to the grand hall!" With that, he turned sideways and raised his arm in a fluid, natural gesture that bespoke effortless grace, leading the group toward the magnificent, beast-like hall. Once everyone stepped inside, Lingxuzi swept his arm down in a decisive, forceful motion, signaling the surrounding disciples to scatter like birds. In an instant, the previously bustling area in front of the grand hall was left with only this group of formidable and mysterious figures.
Half an hour drifted by silently, like fine sand slipping through fingertips. Inside the hall, candle flames flickered like playful spirits dancing wildly across the walls, their shifting light and shadow illuminating the rich and varied expressions on everyone's faces.
"Ah, so this guy is the Blood-Craving Mad Demon you all described as being as formidable as a primordial beast?" Du Bufan stared in utter disbelief, his expression mirroring that of an innocent child suddenly hearing a tall tale. He scratched his head, his eyes a mix of curiosity and wonder, radiating an unvarnished simplicity. After everyone's animated and vivid explanations, sudden realization dawned on him. His gaze fell once more upon the seemingly unremarkable corpse on the floor, and his heart churned tumultuously. He simply could not fathom how suc…
Chapter 90