"A master?"
Zhao Qingyi carefully sized up the other party.
Then he hurriedly shook his head.
There was no sound of thunderous waves, nor any phenomenon of blood and qi rising like wolf smoke.
The other party's blood and qi were frighteningly weak.
He looked only somewhat stronger than an ordinary commoner, likely only just having entered the ranks—someone who understood how to circulate blood and qi, slowly strengthening it to gain formidable combat power.
But how could a martial artist who had only glimpsed the threshold possibly kill Li Si so easily?
That was Li Si, "Dead by the Fourth Watch in Yama's Hall."
A renowned first-class master of the martial world.
Perhaps it had not been this frail young man who acted at all, but Shou He, who had exhausted every last ounce of strength to swing the Blood God Halberd once more and thus killed Li Si.
Zhao Qingyi could not help looking at Shou He.
Then he withdrew his gaze and dismissed the thought. Shou He had no strength left at all, much less enough to kill first-class master Li Si in a single blow.
Thus, he shifted his eyes back once more, staring fixedly at the young man in black-and-red brocade robes.
The first thing martial artists looked at was naturally the other party's hands.
Broad.
Slender.
Without calluses.
Only, those oval, rough, monster-like purple-black fingernails did not look like those of a good person no matter how he viewed them.
The young man's red hair cascaded like a waterfall.
A pair of enormous horns thrust toward the blue heavens like halberds.
His pale face carried a bluish glow, as though he were terminally ill.
When he spoke, one could see jagged teeth like tiny fangs.
"A great demon!"
A look of astonishment appeared on