149 Spirit Sword

The red-eyed young man haughtily walked with his head held high. Slaughtering the devils! The glint of evilness and enthusiasm in his eyes became more evident.

"Ahh... It is good to be free!" his grin became wider.

After a few minutes of strolling around the place, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. When he turned around, he saw the old man's form standing a few meters away.

The old man was oblivious of his presence. He was facing the ground and was not paying attention on his surroundings. Suddenly, the eyes of the young man glowed brightly as he came charging at the old man and struck him!

The old man's head had already dropped to the ground before he could lift his face to look at the young man!

The red sword in the hands of the young man emitted a wild bloodlust aura. 

"Hahaha... One down!" the young man said in a cheerful tone. He raised his sword proudly and continued walking down the road with no particular direction.