He did not rush to strike. Instead, he closed his eyes and focused, stirring the immense, dormant Qi Blood Power within him.
In an instant, a scorching heat steamed out from his pores. His Qi and Blood surged like a river bursting its banks, accompanied by a faint, muffled roar.
His skin rapidly turned an unnatural crimson, like a branding iron plunged into a great furnace.
Wisps of grayish-black Evil Qi gathered from the void, twining around his saber and his body.
In just a moment, the Long Saber in his hand was also dyed a dark red.
This strange sight startled Xiaobai, who was inside the house.
She shot her head up and looked toward the courtyard, a flicker of alarm and disgust in her beautiful eyes. "Have you gone mad?" she shouted. "You're actually using the methods of the Blood Saber Sect's wicked path, drawing Evil Qi into your body to cultivate! You may be training with the saber, but you're walking the Demon Dao!"
