Ying Qi's fingertips sprouted eerie blood-colored divine flames.
Demon Ancestor Bai Mang's head slowly melted and shrank.
In the end, it became the size of a thumb and was strung up by Ying Qi on a scarlet thread.
Beyond the hatred on Demon Ancestor Bai Mang's face, there was now an indescribable terror.
That subtle expression was preserved forever.
Studying this "beautiful head," Ying Qi smiled. "Beauties come in a thousand charming poses, each with a different expression. The reason I kept Demon Ancestor Bai Mang until now was to wait for this rare trace of fear in her expression."
He looked perfectly at ease as he toyed with Demon Ancestor Bai Mang's thumb-sized head. The lamplight in the hall swayed, cloaking his entire body in an eerie, shadowy aura that made one's heart palpitate.
Sparrow Ancestor sat there blankly as a chill silently swept through his body.
It was said that the Fate Demon Lineage was bloodthirsty by nature. Whenever they appeared, they brought calamity, chaos, bloodshed, and turmoil into the world.
In the past, Sparrow Ancestor had never felt this deeply.
But now, he understood.
For one fleeting instant, all he wanted was to flee.
To get away from this fellow named Ying Qi.
The farther, the better!
"What are you afraid of? You can hardly be called a hero. I won't dig out your courage to make it into a collectible."
Ying Qi cast Sparrow Ancestor a glance, as though he had seen through the unease in Sparrow Ancestor's heart.
Sparrow Ancestor gave a dry laugh and was just about to say something—
Ying Qi suddenly sensed something. He drained the wine in his bowl in one gulp, rose to his full height, and smiled. "A distinguished guest has arrived. As the host, shouldn't you hurry out