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Xiao Yi's clear eyes gazed at him without blinking.
Chen Xiaojun gave a soft "Mm," coughed twice, avoided her gaze slightly, then slowly held out his right hand.
The palm that had once been sharply jointed now had blood beneath its skin as if it had been ignited, brought to a boil, turning completely crimson!
That blood-red color was strongest at the center of his palm. The veins beneath the skin bulged one by one, clearly visible, giving off a scorching, domineering aura tinged with a hint of ominous wickedness.
His entire hand looked as if it had just been fished out of the Blood Pool, yet also as if it had condensed the blood essence of countless living beings.
"Taiji Blood Hand Seal!"
For the first time, Xiao Yi's cool, composed face could not maintain its usual elegance. Her beautiful eyes widened instantly, her delicate brows drew tight, and a trace of shock appeared.
She even swayed slightly by instinct, her breathing turning a little rapid.
She knew this Blood Hand Seal all too well!
It was precisely one of the Fire Department's supreme arts mastered by "Da Siming," one of the Five Great Elders of the Yin Yang School in her previous life!
Bloody, domineering, sinister, and venomous—those were its bywords.
"This..." Xiao Yi's gaze fixed on that blood-red palm.
Chen Xiaojun looked at his strange palm, a bitter smile appearing on his face, then slowly returned it to normal.
He shook out his hand, as if trying to fling away the lingering scorching sensation.
"This was given to me by that Black-Red Light Cocoon in my head..." He tapped his temple with the index finger of his left hand, which had returned to normal, his tone carrying a touch of self-mockery. "...It passed