Feeling the piercing murderous intent from Han Yu, Ishihara Aoi felt as if she had been targeted by the grim reaper. A chill ran down her spine, and her previous notion of easily slaying Han Yu crumbled, replaced by shock and panic.
It was as if she had returned to the rainy night fifteen years ago when she had nearly been killed.
Although Han Yu's cultivation level was not nearly as high as that of the strong warrior from back then, the murderous aura he radiated was almost just as intense.
"Gulp..."
Ishihara Aoi swallowed hard and involuntarily took a few steps back.
Indeed, she was afraid! She could feel that thick intent to kill emanating from Han Yu, and she was certain that he had both the power and the desire to kill her!
No one is unafraid of death, not even martial artists.
Thud!
Thud thud!
Thud thud thud...
The sound of Han Yu's footsteps thundered, pounding like lightning strikes against Ishihara Aoi's heart.