Jin Huang Tien
“Is this a genius of the Dawn sect? Not worthy.” A voice that was calm though full of disdain sounded. It filled the cave.
It was one of the caves within the ancient graveyard.
A young man in gold was a handsome one. His eyebrows were as sharp as a sword. He was likely not more than twenty-five years old. He was the source of the voice.
He stood in the middle of the cave, looking poised and superior. He was holding a sharp blood-stained sword in his left hand. Blood dropped from the blade onto the ground, creating a soft dripping noise.
It was obvious that this sword had just drunk some fresh bleed. In his right hand, there was a man’s head!
The face on the head revealed that it was Foo Shan Dao!
Foo Shan Dao was the son of Foo Shang Kun. It was unexpected that he would die by the hand of this young man. His face when he died was full of fear.
“So weak!” The young man in gold exclaimed through his teeth arrogantly. He threw the head away carelessly.
Thud!