Killing With A Snort

The expressions of all twenty cultivators twisted into a mix of fury and disbelief, as though they had just been forced to swallow something vile.

Their faces contorted, a blend of anger and shock radiating from their features like a storm gathering on the horizon.

Xiao Ming stood apart from them, his appearance deliberately altered to suit his new identity. Gone was the pristine white robe of the Heavenly Moon Sect disciple.

Instead, he had embraced a striking transformation. A single drop of crimson paint adorned his glabella, catching the light with an almost otherworldly glow, amplifying the aura of mystery that surrounded him.

His flowing, silken robe was a deep, blood-like red, billowing around him as if alive, while a massive sword box rested on his back, housing the temporarily concealed Heavenly Flame Sword.