The bright moon is high in the sky, casting a pure and bright light.
In front of the cliff, many cultivators stood shocked, staring in one direction, gasping and agape, their hearts pounding, their souls trembling.
That youth was too astonishing; a symbol condensed on his forehead, dazzling and intense, as if a celestial sun was resurrected, rising up there, illuminating the high skies.
"Sinful Blood, what sin is there after all, who decrees the judgment, is it up to you?!" Shi Hao spoke, his gaze ice-cold, devoid of any emotion.
Many were terrified. Could the Sinful Blood be so intense that it rivals the ancient great evils? Never seen before, legends say no more than this.
"You… who exactly are you?" On top of the cliff, a golden-robed woman asked with a trembling voice, this scene was unprecedented, the Sinful Blood patterns taking shape, lighting up the night sky, unimaginable.
