30th?!

He raised his right hand and put his long, fair fingers around the cub's thin neck. One squeeze and the cub would be decapitated.

The more people Feng Wu killed, the more brightly the Fallen Star Sword glowed.

Pop, pop —

She had lost count of how many times she had been cut. All she could think of was moving forward.

100 meters, 80 meters, 50 meters…

With each step she took, more blood was shed.

Feng Wu looked like she had just taken a blood bath when she finally stood in front of the evil man. Even her eyes seemed to have turned red.

She kept her steady gaze on his face.

The incense stick that was used to keep time burnt up at that moment.

The look in the man's eyes had been indifferent, but he was visibly amazed by her.

"You shouldn't be capable enough to make it here, but you did." There was something dangerous in his sharp gaze.