The instant Kailuolun set foot on the Douluo Continent, the curse Qian Chenyue had laid upon him, dormant deep within his bloodline, thundered awake.
A bone-piercing chill shot from the soles of his feet through his meridians to the crown of his head. The blood throughout his body abruptly stalled, as though thousands of fine ice needles had pierced his veins.
The bloodline of the Heaven Dou natives trembled violently within him. Pale gray, blood-colored markings surfaced along his neck and arms, writhing and pulsing beneath his skin like living things.
They were the marks of the curse, the sensory anchors Qian Chenyue had left behind.
Qian Chenyue's senses were instantly stirred. A strand of divine will crossed space and locked onto that trace of bloodline, her cold, indifferent gaze piercing countless mountains and rivers to fall upon the man who had just landed on the coast.
Kailuolun shuddered violently. His Quasi-God Realm Soul Power erupted on instinct, and golden dragon power spilled from the Soul Tool Coffer, seeking to suppress the restless curse brand within his bloodline.
He clenched his teeth, his knuckles turning white.
A hundred years of lonely, bitter cultivation at sea, countless days and nights spent refining and perfecting a God-Slaying Soul Tool-all for this day!
Kailuolun slowly raised his eyes, only to discover that Qian Chenyue was already standing before him.
"Mortal, you really do know how to make trouble for me..."
Kailuolun's pupils contracted, and he abruptly retreated.
The coastal wind suddenly froze.
The aura of death crashed down like a tide. The wind along the entire coast instantly stilled, waves froze in midair, and even the grains of sand hung suspended, no longer falling.
Her black-and-red divine robes hung down, her Fallen Angel wings half-folded behind her. Her eyes, harboring deathly stillness, rested