"Scoundrel, how dare you!"
A voice brimming with fury rang out behind him.
At first, it sounded ethereal and delicate, like birdsong in an empty mountain, soothing the soul.
Unfortunately, the blazing anger within those words spoiled that ethereal beauty.
Despite its seething fury, the voice did not crack with rage. It remained calm.
Beneath that calm, however, lay chilling murderous intent, like a volcano about to erupt-sooner or later, it would shake heaven and earth!
Liu Yu's expression remained unchanged.
The lake of his heart stayed still, without so much as a ripple, as though he had heard nothing.
He calmly bent down, picked up the Heavenly One Sect cultivator's Storage Bag, and hung it at his waist.
Only then did he turn around leisurely and look toward the female cultivator over a dozen zhang away.
The initial composure of someone who held everything in her grasp had vanished from her face. Now, she could barely maintain her calm.
Bright eyes, a burn-like scar, curved eyelashes...
Even those "flaws" could not conceal her "beauty."
Especially striking was that indescribable air in her every movement, which made her stand out above ninety percent of the world's female cultivators.
Within his pitch-black eyes,
a rational gleam flickered.
Liu Yu took in every detail of his opponent and chose to hold his ground for now, with no intention of striking first.
Since he intended to slaughter them all without leaving a single survivor, every cultivator present was naturally an enemy.
These cultivators were currently locked in fierce combat, exhausting their strength with every passing moment. Casualties could occur at any time, and whatever happened would benefit him.
Time was on his side now, so Liu Yu was in no hurry to act.
He had no intention of answering the Heavenly One