Chen Shi stared at the three of them, his intent to kill flaring up instantly, yet a smile hung on his face. Watching the three come over and sit opposite him, he thought: As long as they take a single bite of our dishes, a single piece of our meat, they are vicious felons, and we will kill them.
Chen Shi's current state was extremely bizarre.
When he first grasped the Blood Transformation Divine Blade long ago, he had been completely controlled by the demonic nature within the blade. At that time his cultivation was weaker, and he had not comprehended the principles of Yin Yang Transformation. Now he had already grasped the Yin Yang Transformation; though he could not resist the demonic invasion of the Blood Transformation Divine Blade, he could still maintain his own thought patterns.
This caused him to act with the ways of a demon while stubbornly holding onto bizarre principles.
He could sense an unsettling aura coming from these three people, an aura that provoked his murderous intent.
After all, a single bite of food could save a life in troubled times. To snatch the very thing saving one's life was to demand one's life, so hacking them to death was only logical.
The monk looked to be only around twenty years of age, with broad shoulders and clad in a white kasaya. He was fair and clear-featured, with a tear mole under his left eye and a very kindly smile on his face.
The Daoist was only in his teens, still looking like a youth with a baby face and a Daoist hair bun, a horsetail whisk tucked in the crook of his elbow.
As for the Confucian scholar, he was dressed in a long cyan robe. His attire did not resemble that of