For some reason.
Shen Xiyue's face was completely devoid of expression, as cold as an iceberg.
'It seems... she hasn't escaped the fate of being controlled by a Venerable Divinity Transformation either!'
A dark light flickered in Qin Xuan's eyes as he took a step forward.
With a light tap of his toes, he landed on one of the Ghost Star Cultivators' arenas.
"Another ant from the Liaoyuan Division, here to throw his life away..."
Jiaoli, a cultivator at the Purple Mansion Fourth Level, was reveling in the high of his recent victory.
He sneered upon seeing Qin Xuan take the stage.
"Kid, I am Ghostly Malice, the Soul-Exorcising Envoy of the Evil Horn Division. State your name! I don't kill nameless whelps!"
However, before Jiaoli could finish speaking, his expression turned to one of utter horror.
He saw that Qin Xuan, who had been several yards away just a moment ago...
