"Tap, tap, tap..."
Weary footsteps approached.
Michelle darted behind the door like a startled bird.
But when she caught a familiar scent, she relaxed.
The Great Demon was back.
Sure enough.
The door opened, revealing Black's tired face.
He was as pale and straight-backed as ever, and even exhaustion could not hide his good looks.
His robes were spotless, without so much as a speck of dirt on his boots.
Yet as he stepped inside, Michelle could still sense Blood Fiend Qi surging from him.
Just how many people had this fiend killed?
She had heard that he led men into another Family almost every day, leaving chaos behind if he did not leave rivers of blood.
And he had a strange habit.
Once a Family was confirmed to be traitorous, he had every member executed. Black never used an executioner. He carried the blade himself and killed them one by one!
He killed until blood ran like rivers, until not even a chicken or dog was left alive.
Rumors now spread through the Blood Demon Palace that Black was a deranged Great Demon.
Some of them were downright absurd.
Some said childhood abuse had twisted him, and he was taking revenge now.
Others said he had a Strange Disease and needed to drink blood to survive.
Still others claimed he laughed as he killed, cackling so horribly it chilled them to the bone.
Some even said Black cultivated an Evil Technique that made him stronger whenever he killed!
The strange rumors never stopped.
Michelle almost laughed whenever she heard them.
Drink blood?
What a joke. She was at Black's side every day and had never seen him drink blood. If anything, he was an obsessive neat freak.
Get stronger by killing?
That was even more ridiculous. If a technique