Xue Kui Old Demon

"Hmm?"

The man named Xue Kui responded sharply, his eagle-like eyes fixed on Liu Yi'er.

Within those eyes, there was a soul-stirring aura and a dense aura of death.

If an ordinary cultivator were under the shroud of this deathly aura, their fighting spirit would instantly dissipate.

However, Liu Yi'er was different. She was surrounded by an overwhelming fighting spirit, and the aura of bloodthirst protected her like an unrivaled war god of the Shura realm.

Feeling the killing intent in Xue Kui's eyes, she snorted disdainfully, and her aura surged, facing him without fear.

However, with just one glance, she regretted it.

She felt as if a pair of sharp swords were coming through the air, making her consciousness somewhat trance-like.

The bloodthirsty aura around her body also dissipated considerably in an instant.

"A Spirit Power cultivator?"

Liu Yi'er's delicate body trembled slightly, and a hint of shock appeared in her eyes.