The air in the room began to warp and shimmer, the temperature soaring at an astonishing rate.
Lu Keyi suddenly let out a shrill, agonized howl from the soft bed. Beneath her delicate face, another savage ghostly visage emerged. The two faces frantically alternated beneath her flesh, a sight that made one's hair stand on end.
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back. The air within thirty feet of him had already turned crimson.
Though the original body's martial cultivation could not directly perceive Eerie Entities, how could a transformed-jin grandmaster's Supreme Yang Blood Qi be ordinary?
At that moment, he was like a blazing sun hanging in the sky. The surging power of his qi and blood within him became tangible scorching waves, turning the entire room into a furnace.
The Lu Family members were already drenched in sweat, their expensive suits soaked through.
Lu Yuliang, the eldest son of the Lu Family, stared fixedly at the wildly climbing numbers on the thermometer—forty degrees, forty-five degrees, fifty degrees... This had already gone beyond anything common sense could explain.
Just as the Lu Family members were about to flee through the door, Lu Keyi suddenly unleashed a heart-rending shriek.
The sound was so piercing it seemed ready to puncture their eardrums.
Seven streams of black qi, thick as ink, gushed from her seven orifices.
They finally twisted into the shape of savage ghost faces in midair, issuing sizzling sounds as they burned.
As that yin cold black qi was incinerated by the Supreme Yang Blood Qi, Lu Keyi's taut body suddenly went limp.
Color finally returned to her pale face, though a faint bluish mark still lingered between her brows.
The temperature throughout the room plummeted. The scorching waves of air receded like a falling tide, leaving only