Li Xiaobai grinned broadly, his smile was amiable, but the Human Skin Mask on his face was not.
On the ship, many cultivators could only see a bald, muscular man with a fierce smile on his face, his visage marked by a ferocious scar and his upturned, triangular eyes sweeping over the ship like a venomous snake, as if he were appraising his prey.
Putting aside everything else, the mere Sin Value of twenty-five million above his head was enough to make many shudder and feel like they were sitting on pins and needles. To have accumulated such a Sin Value and still roam unscathed, it was clear that this man was a ruthless character, likely having killed more people than any of them had ever seen.