It was plain to see that the bright red blood burning around Young Master Blood Feather's body had begun to shift from red to purple, then from purple to black.
Yet from its viscosity and smell, one could still tell that this black substance was blood.
It was only that the blood's transformation was so utterly sinister that it made one's hair stand on end.
And leaving that aside, Young Master Blood Feather himself had changed dramatically. His body seemed to have been hollowed out. His already fair face had turned deathly pale, while his body had seemingly shrunk, leaving him gaunt and skeletal. At a glance, one might have mistaken him for a ghost.
Even Young Master Blood Feather's own people beside him shuddered in fright. Especially the two ravishing women, who had never seen him reveal such an appearance before. When they saw what he had become, they screamed in terror.
"This... Young Master actually used the Second Level of the Bloodthirsty Demonic Art. As a disciple of the Profound Dao Sect, this brat truly has some skill. But it ends here. To date, even if Young Master has not killed five core disciples of the Profound Dao Sect, he has killed at least three or four. This brat may be outstanding, but he will still die here."
"Still, we must be careful. Once Young Master uses the Second Level of the Bloodthirsty Demonic Art, his temper becomes incredibly violent. Whenever he enters this state, he must completely vent the killing intent in his heart."
"This brat is probably done for. He will likely end up without even a corpse or bones left behind."
The current Young Master Blood Feather was enough to make one shiver all over with a single glance. More astonishingly, his aura had risen