"This guy..."
Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed as he watched the Blood-Robed Man stride through the air and kill Blood Eyes in an instant.
Even his powerful sense of smell had failed to detect the Blood-Robed Man's arrival.
He could not even smell the man's demonic aura. Nothing like this had ever happened before.
The Blood-Robed Man looked utterly ordinary, with black hair and blood-red eyes, and gave off no fluctuations of demon power.
Yet an immensely powerful pressure weighed heavily on Sesshomaru's mind.
An Ancestor Demon of legend!
Sesshomaru caught the blood-robed young man's words and felt that indescribable pressure.
There was no doubt. This guy was definitely an Ancestor Demon.
"This blood tastes wonderful."
The blood-red dandelion rooted in Blood Eyes flew into the Blood-Robed Man's hand. He bared a pair of sharp fangs, then bit into the blood-red dandelion and swallowed it.
Blood Eyes' entire body turned into dry bones, drained of every trace of blood.
"But it looks like your blood will taste even better!"
A trace of intoxication crossed the Blood-Robed Man's face. Then he raised his gaze slightly, fixing his blood-red eyes on Sesshomaru with the excitement of finding better prey.
"I hear you're a yokai with perfect demon power. Even in my era, such talent never existed. This really is a wonderful age."
The Blood-Robed Man smiled faintly, in no hurry to attack.
He glanced at the Greater Yokai and humans the King of the Underworld had frozen to death, and a smile spread across his face.
"What excellent power, bringing me so much blood to feast on.
It's just a shame the Wolf Tribe's King of the Underworld died like this. Given a little more time, that youngster would surely have become an Ancestor Demon."
The Blood-Robed Man sighed. Although he had been quietly