The Killing Stone
Editor: Transn
The crowd screamed in horror and retreated back. Angry shouts were hurled forward. Ning Que waved the sword in his hands. So long as anybody dared to stand in front of him and Sangsang, he would hack at them.
The blood that had spurted over the floor of the lake grew. Miserable and painful screams sounded everywhere as limbs were chopped and guts were splayed. The image was incredibly brutal and cruel.
The Buddhism Sect had attempted to turn a commoner's life into a heavy iron chain, locking Ning Que directly within the White Tower Temple to die. However, they didn't know that Ning Que wasn't the disciple of the Academy that they had imagined. He wasn't the Eldest Brother nor was he the Second Brother. When needed, he wasn't afraid to kill anybody.