Wu Xuefei's Dowry

"You... what do you want?", Charming Rakshasa asked, terror impossible to mask across her features as she stepped back, shouting with a blustering fierceness, "You must know that this is Luohu City, and I am the mistress of Luohu City."

To the words of Charming Rakshasa, Wu Xuefei offered no reply, stepping forward step by step instead. A dark, frigid killing intent diffused outward from her body, growing ever more intense until it seemed capable of freezing even the souls of heaven and earth.

"The Immortal-Demon level? No better than this," Zhuge Xiang muttered to himself, watching the appearance of Charming Rakshasa.

Anyone whose cultivation could reach the Immortal-Demon level should be a person of great perseverance and vast wisdom, yet this Charming Rakshasa made Zhuge Xiang shake his head inwardly, utterly shattering the image of Immortal-Demon level powerhouses in his mind.

"Miss Mei Ji, long time no see. Trust you have been well?", However, at that exact moment, a man's voice suddenly rang out. The deep voice was full of magnetism and extremely pleasant to the ear, though a trace of weakness could be sensed within its tone. Following the emergence of this voice, a figure walked in from outside the main hall of the Demon Eye Organization.

Clad in a black robe and tall of stature, the instant he appeared, it was as if this entire realm of heaven and earth had been filled by his aura, or else that he had fused as one with this world, making it difficult for anyone to perceive his existence.

"City Lord Luohu," upon seeing the man who had appeared, the expressions of everyone inside the grand hall shifted collectively. Master Ling Yu spoke with a respectful demeanor; regardless of circumstances, Luohu, as one of the thirteen great emperors of the