The mountains of corpses and seas of blood before him left Yu Huatian dazed, as though he had sunk deep into an illusion and could not free himself.
But in the blink of an eye, the illusion vanished, revealing the backs of Bai Qi and his companion once more.
Yu Huatian's heart tightened, his expression grave. At his level, he naturally knew that what he had just seen was no mere trick of the senses.
The likeliest possibility was that Bai Qi had killed too many people in the past, leaving him with an overwhelming murderous aura. Perhaps the art he cultivated also had something to do with that aura, which was why he could give others such a terrifying vision.
Worthy indeed of Great Qin's God of Slaughter...
With a faint inward sigh of admiration, Yu Huatian collected himself and slowly stepped forward, cupping his hands. "This junior, Yu Huatian, pays his respects to Senior Lord Wu'an."
Bai Yu stood behind Bai Qi with his eyes lowered and head bowed. He turned to glance at Yu Huatian, a trace of hostility in his eyes. Clearly, he still held a grudge over Yu Huatian coaxing information out of his disciple Bai Tian earlier.
Yu Huatian gave an awkward smile and cupped his hands again in apology.
Bai Yu clearly did not appreciate the gesture. He snorted and turned away.
"You're several hundred years old. Why are you picking a fight with a child?"
Only then did Bai Qi slowly turn around and shoot Bai Yu a glare.
At that moment, he was entirely different from his earlier image of cold-blooded slaughter. Instead, he looked more like a kindly elder.
Yet he himself looked like a young man in his thirties, while Bai Yu, whom he was scolding, looked like an