"Bold of you. Who dares cause trouble on my turf?!"
An incomparably vicious, wildly arrogant cold shout cleaved down from beyond the highest heavens.
The voice was not loud.
Yet it was like a tangible blade, piercing straight into the eardrums of everyone present.
A dazzling red dot appeared on the horizon.
At first, it was merely a faint glimmer.
But within one-thousandth of a second, that blood-red streak shot wildly over from the distant horizon.
Its incomparably violent killing aura was so dense that it dragged a long bloody trail through the air.
It looked like a world-destroying demonic star fired from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds!
Tang Hao's battle instincts were the sharpest.
His gaze suddenly lifted, locking tightly onto the sky above.
Within those aged eyes laced with crimson blood vessels, an incomparably dazzling figure was clearly reflected.
It was a woman.
Six enormous blood-red demonic wings, vast enough to blot out the sky, flapped wantonly behind him.
His blood-like crimson hair danced madly in the night wind, every strand seemingly soaked in the blood of countless people.
"Disperse!"
The newcomer uttered a single word.
The figure fell straight from the sky, landing solidly in the very center of the imperial palace square.
The shockwave from his landing showed no restraint whatsoever, carrying overwhelming scarlet baleful energy as it rolled madly in all directions.
The broken bricks, shattered tiles, and heavy dust that had yet to settle across the square were all blown hundreds of meters away by that tyrannical blood aura!
As the dust settled.
Qian Sha Yu slowly straightened.
His blood-red robe snapped in the wind, his slender frame exuding a suffocatingly bewitching beauty.
In the distance,
Tang Yuehua, who had just been rescued from the cellar, finally saw the newcomer's face clearly.
Blood-red