The air in the room began to distort and steam, with the temperature rising at an astonishing speed.
On the soft bed, Lu Keyi suddenly let out a piercing howl, a hideous ghostly face appearing beneath her delicate features, wildly alternating between two faces beneath the flesh, a sight eerie enough to chill one's bones.
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, the air within a ten-foot radius around him had turned crimson red.
Though his original martial cultivation could not directly perceive the evil spirits, the pure Yang blood energy of a Master of Huajin was far from ordinary.
At this moment, he was like a blazing sun in the sky, with his body's surging blood energy turning into tangible scorching waves, transforming the entire room into a furnace.
The members of the Lu Family were already drenched in sweat, their expensive suits soaked through.
