The snowstorm lashed icy shards against their faces as Shengongsi Hao Er and his six companions sped along, their black robes and kimonos flapping wildly in the fierce wind.
"Young Master Hao Er, what exactly is the background of that Qin Tian?" the swordsman asked, clutching his katana tightly, his voice full of confusion and puzzlement.
He still couldn't comprehend how Shengongsi Hao Er, a Seven Stars Tier Seven Holy Blood, could be forced into a panicked retreat by a Tier Six non-Holy Blood, completely overturning his perception.
"I don't know!" Shengongsi Hao Er gritted his teeth and growled lowly, the semi-awakened state of the Yamata-no-Orochi not yet subsiding, the scarlet vertical pupils on several snake heads still brimming with rage.
The doubt and skepticism hidden in the eyes of those around him were like needles piercing his heart.
