He saw Aditya's eyes. Those eyes were completely cold and emotionless.
His crimson irises surrounded narrow vertical-slit pupils, giving his gaze the unmistakable appearance of a Dragon. There was no anger in those eyes, nor excitement from the slaughter that had just taken place. There was only a frightening calmness, as though killing several Sixth Order cultivators had meant absolutely nothing to him.
The cultivator's entire body began trembling. For a brief moment, he forgot that the person standing before him was Dragon in human form. It felt as though Death itself had taken the form of a Dragon and was staring directly into his soul.
Aditya coldly stared at the trembling cultivator. He had no intention of wasting his time interrogating the man for information that he did not need. There was only one question in his mind, and he wanted a clear answer.
