An alluring woman, alluring blood—even Zi JI's blood was not the usual color of a Soul Beast's blood. Instead, it shimmered with a crystalline purple radiance like a magnificent gemstone. The blood of the Noble Demon Dragon Clan gave off an enticing fragrance that stirred the Soul Beasts far away, making them long to pounce over and drink a mouthful.
"Man, you actually dared to hurt me!"
An unusual light flickered in Zi JI's eyes as she stared, seemingly in disbelief, at Tang Hao standing nearby with the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.
Zi JI knew very well how popular this form of hers was in the human world. Even powerful Spirit Masters could not bear to strike her.
Back when she had been weak, Zi JI had exploited this weakness in human males, turning the tables and killing her enemies the instant they showed tenderness toward a delicate beauty. She had succeeded time and again, never once failing.
But now, the man before her was unlike any man Zi JI had ever met. Not only was his expression cold, his heart seemed cast from iron and stone. There was no chance of him showing tenderness toward a delicate beauty!
"Demoness, anyone has the right to put you to death."
Tang Hao's steel-like hair stood on end, strand by strand. His demigod aura revealed itself in full, heavy as a towering mountain, its concentrated pressure suffocating. As his imposing gaze swept over her, Zi JI even felt the faint illusion of steel needles pricking her lovely face.
Nine Soul Rings settled around the Clear Sky Hammer in succession. The ninth shone a vivid red, like a crimson ribbon wound around the hammer, dazzling to the eye.
Zi JI's pupils contracted, and her expression darkened.
As a fellow ferocious beast,