Though she was a female cultivator, she had none of an ordinary woman's frailty.
Every movement Chi Lian made carried the bearing of one who stood supreme above all others. Both her demeanor and her presence were forceful.
Indeed, she seemed like a blade with its edge fully bared, aggressive and overbearing.
Her expression held neither sorrow nor joy, and her gaze was as calm as still water, as though she had reached a state where nothing external could move her.
She looked at humans and demon beasts alike as though they were dead things.
That calm, even indifferent demeanor, coupled with an invisible, intangible killing aura of extreme intensity, was enough to make anyone forget she was a woman.
A single glance left no doubt that she was a fiend who killed without blinking.
"..."
At the arrival of the Heavenly Baleful Sect's party, the scattered conversations fell silent. Wariness flashed through the eyes of many True Lords, even Devil Lord Black Heaven.
Chi Lian of the Heavenly Baleful Sect was unquestionably the most bloodthirsty of the three great Peak True Lords.
Despite her exquisite beauty and bearing, her mind was vicious and cruel. She was a beauty with a heart of snakes and scorpions through and through.
No cultivator in their right mind would treat her as merely a woman.
For a moment, even True Lord Thunderclap, who had stood apart with his formidable strength, grew solemn.
Whoosh, whoosh!
With the Heavenly Baleful Sect's arrival, the previously scattered True Lords of the Demonic Path tacitly moved closer to its party.
Although the Demonic Path favored more nakedly ruthless methods, and its cultivators usually fought alone, they could still unite when they shared a common interest.
If conflict broke out with the Demon Race shortly, they would naturally have