C370 Going to the Rakshasa Sect

The abrupt change in the room immediately drew Ma Kun's attention, and he instinctively glanced toward the doorway. Through the swirling dust, a figure advanced at a measured pace.

His expression was icy, the palpable killing intent around him almost solidifying into form. A terrifying aura enveloped him, as if he were shrouded in a mysterious zone of his own making—a harbinger of kingship