The Tree Demon Came and Went Without a Trace

The bearded swordsman who had appeared so abruptly had eyes like blazing torches. He first swept his gaze rapidly across the pale-faced people in the room, lingering only briefly on the two furtive "Taoists," with a barely noticeable flash of contempt in his expression.

Then his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed firmly on a small pavilion in the distance—or, more precisely, on the two faint, lovely figures within it.

"Hmph. Mere ghosts and monsters dare set a trap here to harm people!"

Yan Chixia's voice instantly turned cold, and his face carried the fierce aura of a hardened killer who had long been tempered on the battlefield.

"This kind of soul-bewitching evil music may deceive ordinary folk, but how could it fool Yan? Since I have encountered you today, your deaths are at hand!"

At those words, the two "women" were both shaken to the core.

The invisible pressure radiating from the middle-aged swordsman in the courtyard actually made even their incorporeal souls tremble!

There was no doubt that, aside from Taoist arts, the surging Blood Qi and baleful aura gradually cultivated through martial training at an extremely high level possessed a natural restraint against such wandering souls—one even more obvious and tyrannical than ordinary Taoist arts!

—Yet something seemed off.

Others might not have noticed it, but the man in the rough gray clothes faintly sensed something strange at a glance.

As a martial artist in reality who had also exchanged for the introductory foundations of Blood-Qi Martial Arts from the Main God, he might not have excelled at other things, but he was exceptionally sensitive to the sense of threat known as killing intent, born from a living creature's instincts!

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The moment Yan Chixia had appeared, that sword aura carrying hidden killing intent yet held in reserve had