In this world, besides cultivation, there was practically nothing that could make Xie Tian lose his composure.
Yet the faint outline beneath the veil seemed to possess this power.
After a long moment, Xie Tian took a deep breath, snapping out of his daze, his body covered in cold sweat.
The reason for his trance was not a hazy temptation caused by the veil, but a heart-pounding terror.
This kind of terror was something ordinary people could never feel; only those with certain accomplishments in the realm of slaughter were qualified to perceive it.
It was a profound, solid, overwhelming, and untamed aura of murderous intent.
As if the white Daoist robe were the heavens themselves.
If Tian Yi wanted you dead, it was as if heaven wanted you dead.
In an instant, Xie Tian thought of Wu Shang.
The number one assassin of the Nine States, the foremost in Body Refinement of the Nine States.
