"Young Master Liu?"
Unable to bear Liu Yu's unnerving stare, Zhu Li called out. He felt as though a humanoid savage beast had fixed its eyes on him. Those mismatched eyes in particular made his soul sting as if pierced by needles, even after the briefest eye contact!
Hearing Zhu Li, Liu Yu stopped pondering and withdrew his gaze. As he was now, he truly could glare someone with weak soul power to death!
Once his God-Demon Body reached full mastery, he might truly reach the point where "others could not look upon him"...
With that thought, Liu Yu restrained his aura and concealed his mismatched eyes, turning them red again. At the same time, he changed into a purplish-red brocade robe.
"Elder Zhu, how much time has passed?" Back to normal, Liu Yu asked softly.
"About a year and four months."
Liu Yu nodded. Before he knew it, he had already turned twenty in this lifetime...
He glanced at the enormous blood-colored curtain. Zi Yan was still undergoing her baptism in the blood pool, and he could not help turning to Zhu Li.
"Elder Zhu, you know of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, I assume?"
"Naturally. As one of the Three Great Magical Beast Families in the Beast Region, the Nine Netherworld Python Clan may fall short of our Ancient Dragon Clan, but it still has Dou Sheng Experts among its ranks."
Zhu Li replied. Because of the Ancient Dragon Clan's fragmentation, he paid particularly close attention to the powerful clans of the Beast Region.
To be honest, he held little regard for the Nine Netherworld Python Clan. Its unchecked reproduction had made its forces the largest among the Three Great Magical Beast Families, but its ancient bloodline had grown increasingly diluted. Sooner or later, it would sink into