After activating Blood Plum Divine Descent, lifelike crimson plum seals quietly emerged across Lu Chen's skin, as if stained by cinnabar, carrying an eerie beauty.
His black hair stirred without wind, cascading and fluttering around him.
Most chilling of all were his pupils, which had transformed into two bottomless pools of blood, crimson light swirling within.
His entire body exuded a terrifying aura mixed with ancient savagery and ill omen.
Lu Chen gripped Ninth Young Master's slender, fragile neck and lifted her bodily into the air. Ninth Young Master gave a muffled groan, and the agony of suffocation swiftly brought a sickly flush to her fair cheeks.
Yet even so, that little face remained dazzlingly beautiful—brows and eyes like a painting, lips like they had been brushed with vermilion. Her lightly furrowed brow from lack of air and her trembling lashes gave her a heart-wrenching beauty, as though she might shatter at any moment.
She instinctively raised both hands, trying to pry open that iron-pincer grip. A flash of terror passed through her eyes, but it quickly vanished. Feigning ease, she said, "You're fast."
"Bastard! Release Ninth Young Master at once!"
The white-robed elder roared, his fists wrapped in immense force capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks as he fiercely struck at Lu Chen's back!
The black-robed elder endured the agony of his severed arm and shouted urgently, "Watch out! He follows the Ancestral Martial Way and can borrow the power of ancient baleful fiends. He can manipulate human blood!"
Before he could finish, the white-robed elder's fists twisted and contorted bizarrely in midair. His ten fingers seemed to be ravaged by an invisible force, their joints cracking wildly. In the blink of an eye, they were wrung into two bloody twists of mangled flesh!
The blood flowing from