Stranger Danger

“Hahaha… You’re quite bloodthirsty, little brother. Allow me to play with you.”

A charming giggle escaped Blood Rakshasa’s lips, and countless blood streams abruptly burst out of Feng San, the blind Taoist, the sword-eating man, the Herald of Fortuity and the Harbinger of Doom’s body. They condensed into a blood cloud and wrapped around Ye Qing before he could react, pinning him in place.

Not only that, his vigor was rampaging uncontrollably inside his body. The unnatural stirring made it incredibly difficult for him to gather any strength at all.

“One word of advice, little brother… Shameless boasts that aren’t backed by strength cost a price.”

Smiling, Blood Rakshasa slowly walked toward Ye Qing while playing with her hair.

For those who were watching closely, they would notice that countless strands of blood were floating in the air. So thin that they were practically invisible, they were penetrating Ye Qing’s skin and invading his body from every direction. It was these threads that caused his vigor to run uncontrollably like a stampede and boil like a pot of oil. The loss of control over his own energies was uncomfortable to say the least.

These blood threads were created from Blood Rakshasa’s cultivation art, “Blood Soul Divine Light”. “Blood Soul Divine Light” possessed the power to control blood, and it could be used to wound one’s enemies or boost oneself. At the adept level, the practitioner could outright control the blood inside their victim’s body and kill them with a single thought[1].

The young man before her was a body-tempering warrior, and body-tempering warriors more than anyone else valued the cultivation of vigor. Their primary goal was to refine a body of steel and a sea of vigor.

Generally speaking, a body-tempering warrior possessed a powerful body, an incredible amount of vigor, and overwhelming strength. Tens or even hundreds of times stronger than the average warrior, a body-tempering warrior was an absolute nightmare to fight against in most cases.