"This is a great fortune for you."
Standing calmly before Qi Xiu, the bald monk's brow shone with the lustrous mark of a flame lotus, as the colossal figure that seemed made of innumerable light shadows slowly opened his eyes in the void.
Within those eyes were five rotating pupils.
In the depths of the unseen, a torrential will from beyond the realm, like a waterfall reversing from the Nine Heavens, cascaded down, heading straight for Qi Xiu.
"Men fear fame as pigs fear fattening; this saying is truly accurate."
Qi Xiu chuckled at the thought that not long after he had ascended to the tenth spot on the Blood List, he was already targeted. And the very first attempt was to seize his flesh to serve as an avatar for an Outer Realm Evil God.
"You can still laugh; you truly have a good mindset."
Seeing Qi Xiu showing not even a hint of panic or haste, maintaining a composed demeanor, the bald monk couldn't help but express his surprise.
