Yang Ranran's Instincts

Yang Ranran felt a pressure he had only felt from the high lords of Tieba city. These were all at the Dao Treading realm and were old experts who had lived for over a thousand years by now.

'No… it's stronger… more… bloody…' Yang Ranran could sense the malice and bloody aura that was concealed within the pressure.

He knew this very well. After all, he was named the Red Bandit because of his own bloody aura. But the aura that he was feeling right now was beyond anything he had accumulated on his own.

It was different… like a long lived beast eyeing its prey.

Yang Ranran's instinct screamed at him, telling him to not offend whoever this was. He had fought in the raw world and knew how to judge different foes. And this time, he realized he was up against something entirely on a new level.

"Wh-who… who are you?" Yang Ranran finally asked.

"That is not something the likes of you should know." The voice replied.