Raging Mountain (17)

Lucien had enough of throwing threats. 

He took the miracle herb from the tree and sheathed out the moon crescent blade. Under the pale moonlight, the blade seemed to possess a ghostly silver glow. 

From its sharp tip, the black mist started to form and surround the blade. Lucien has no problem killing this thing - 

He held the blade at the hilt with the miracle herb in his left hand. With a whoosh, the blade shot down to end the miracle herb's flower. 

"Wait -" someone suddenly caught Lucien's hand. 

"Is that the miracle herb?" Another young man's voice Lucien did not recognize. 

"Ah, aren't you - !" Leon could not hide his surprise. Two newcomers suddenly appear without them noticing.

Leon remembered them as the two young men who were severely injured. 

"Who are you?" Lucien raised a brow. His eyes glanced down at the tight hold this man had on his wrist. If he did not know any better, he was trying to snap his wrist in half.