Chapter 5
Overwhelming Beauty
The one who spoke was Qiong Qi, one of the Flaming Night’s four great guards.
Qiong Qi had never seen such a person before. In this Central Continent, there had never been a person like His Highness the Night King who could stand steadily. This young man was about 14 or 15 years old. There was not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation on his body. One look and one could tell that he was trash. If not for the fact that her methods of killing were especially special, would His Highness the Night King be interested in trash?
He wouldn’t even spare her a glance.
He reminded her kindly, and she glared at him.
Just as Qiong Qi was about to scold him, the Night King raised his hand slightly. “No need!”
The voice was light and beautiful. It was originally a pleasant voice, but it made people feel abnormally cold. It was as if it had been frozen by the Nine Nether Spring. A white bony hand reached out from the netherworld and grabbed a person’s throat, locking their soul.
However, as soon as he spoke, the pressure decreased and the blood in his body began to flow again.
Beiting Huang suddenly raised her head and looked at this person. She knew that this person was very scary, but no matter how afraid she was, if she died in the hands of these people, she had to die in peace.
It was an indescribable face. His silver waist-length hair fluttered in the wind, and his exquisite facial features were difficult to distinguish. A pair of cold, mountain-like eyebrows flew diagonally to his sideburns, adding a hint of heroic spirit to his beautiful and almost strange face. He had a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes, and his purple eyes were overflowing with light. The corners of his eyes were big and upturned, like a slanted line outlined by brush and ink, extremely flirtatious.
His face was like jade, and his skin was as fine as porcelain. Even the women in this world rarely had such good skin color like his. It was faintly bright, as if it was coated with a layer of moonlight. His nose bridge was tall and straight, but his lips were as soft as cherry blossom petals. The gentle powder was like a wisp of cloud floating in the sky, shimmering with light.
He was such a beautiful and gorgeous person, but no one dared to covet his beauty.
He just stood there, not even the light in the world dared to touch him.
His oppressive aura seemed to distort space.
Seeing this person was like seeing a black hole in the universe that could devour everything. He was like a heartless hand that manipulated all living beings in the three worlds. All living beings in the world could only kneel in front of him.
He was extremely gorgeous and terrifying.
Even so, Beiting Huang only glanced at him indifferently. She stubbornly raised her head and refused to be timid in front of him. So what if he was a god from heaven? He wanted her to submit? No way.
Yan Ye looked at the youth in front of him with interest. Very few people could withstand his pressure, let alone the youth in front of him, who was a piece of trash who could not gather spiritual energy.
This young man’s killing intent was awe-inspiring. He had not experienced life and death. If he had not crawled through a pile of dead people, he would not have been able to have this almost tangible killing intent.
No wonder he wasn’t afraid of him.
In this world, there were not many people who were not afraid of him. In the past, there was only one, and now, there was only one. They were so similar.
Yan Ye’s deep eyes glanced at her. His gaze swept across her cut wrist. He gave Qiong Qi a look. The black robe embroidered with spider lilies slowly slid across the ground covered in fallen leaves. In the blink of an eye, that person disappeared.
“Here, this is for you!” Qiong Qi flipped his wrist and a jade bottle appeared in his hand. He threw it at Beiting Huang. Beiting Huang did not understand what was going on and raised her hand to catch it. Before she could ask, Qiong Qi had already chased after the person.
The other three people also left.