Red Blood Tower, fourth-floor guest room.
Yi White Snake, White-Armored Tiger, and Ma Feijia—three fifth-rank Demon Race members—sat side by side, all watching the enormous water mirror before them.
On the mirror was a hideous, towering Asura, fiercely thrusting his spear forward.
The void at the spear's point trembled and quaked, yet a figure in robes white as snow drifted lightly aside from the spear. Unhurried, he drew the four-foot sword at his waist and casually swept it through the air.
The sword light unfurled like clouds and flowed soft as water, yet it effortlessly sliced through the Asura's heavy armor.
The Asura's form faded as he fled into the void. When he reappeared, he was already a thousand zhang away. But the instant he emerged, his head and body parted, blood gushing forth like a fountain.
The man in white gracefully sheathed his sword. The battle ended there.
As the image on the water mirror froze, Yi White Snake's face was already full of worry and sorrow.
She had been exceedingly beautiful and seductive, looking like a young married woman. Yet now, she resembled a peasant wife crushed beneath the weight of life, aged many years out of nowhere and stripped of her former allure.
White-Armored Tiger furrowed his thick brows. He had actually watched this battle long ago, but seeing it again still left him with the same suffocating sense of oppression.
At the side, Ma Feijia's gaze was equally deep, as though he were lost in thought.
Ma Feijia had short brows, round eyes, a long narrow face, and a lean yet powerful build. He wore a magnificent suit of gleaming silver armor. Though somewhat ugly in appearance, his brows carried a grave, confident calm, and an impression of immense power seemed to spill forth from his