บท 601: The Martial Dao of Bewitchment

The moment he narrowed his slender and languid eyes, he exuded a bewitching aura that was totally different from his aura before.

Bewitching! Xue Tian exuded a wicked and bewitching aura from all his pores. He was extremely bewitching! Glamorous beauty! Evil beauty!

The long katana was slowly pulled out, inch by inch, from the scabbard, making a rattling sound of metal, as if a legendary bewitched sword was waking up.

The martial dao masters present felt a chill down their spines; they felt the coldness welling up from the inside. We've never seen someone as bewitching as him!

"My martial dao…" Xue Tian unsheathed the katana in his hand and held it diagonally to the ground, "Have you got an idea of what it is now?"