Chapter 10: Killing People Like Mowing Down Grass

A boy around eleven or twelve years old stood on a low hillside, clad in black brocade noble clothing, with an exquisite ink jade pinned to his hair. Yet, he wore a brightly colored ghost mask, which only revealed a pair of large eyes.

Two people followed him, one a girl and the other a boy.

They were of a similar age, each with their own distinctive features.

The boy was handsome and debonair, dressed in white and holding a long sword, a dark tattoo on the back of his hand; the girl, however, was in a dark purple gauze dress, with a tattoo identical to the white-clothed boy's on the visible portion of her chest.

The tattoo looked like vines twining around two characters. Because it was intricately inked and not very large, it was unclear what the characters were.

The white-clothed boy also noticed the situation at the foot of the hill, "Master, should Mier take a look?"

"No! You don't need to go, Dark Slave, you go!"

The black-robed figure wearing the mask instructed indifferently, eyes fixed on Ji Ruyan standing on the carriage.

The little girl's performance had surprised him and piqued his interest.

Unflustered and defiant, standing on the carriage!

Though young, she possessed a regal air, surely a match for him once she grew up.

"Yes, master!"

Upon hearing the instruction, Dark Slave, expressionless, leapt from below the slope, executing the Qinggong that left only afterimages behind.

In one moment, the dozens of laughing men were there, and the next, they felt the world spin, only to see their heads severed from their necks, falling to the ground.

Ji Ruyan saw only a dark purple blur, the petite figure wielding a Crescent Blade, which as it spun, formed a perfect arc, severing the heads of the dozen men before her.

The still-standing bodies sprayed torrents of blood from their severed necks.

Blood blossomed like flowers everywhere, but in the midst of this bloody land stood a dark purple-clad girl holding the Crescent Blade.

In her past life, Ji Ruyan had witnessed many bloody scenes, and now, in this life, she could see such ruthlessness again, experiencing an indescribable excitement.

This dark purple girl was simply her idol!

Too awesome!

Even more formidable than Ultraman!

So at this moment, it wouldn't be too much to say her eyes were brimming with starlight!

However, at this time, Sister Qing, upon hearing the sudden cessation of laughter from the men, curiously stuck her head out to look and was confronted with this bloody scene. Her scream tore through the sky, and she fainted straightaway atop the carriage.

Ji Ruyan quickly lifted the curtain to check on her sister, found she was still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the recent events.

She sighed in relief, then turned to look again for the dark purple girl but found she had vanished.

Disappointed, she eagerly raised her head to look around and saw three people standing on the hillside.

One of them was the dark purple girl who had just saved her.

The dark purple girl stood behind the ink-robed man, her expression calm and still as a mirror, showing no reaction to Ji Ruyan's gaze, almost like an emotionless doll.

However, Ji Ruyan's attention at that moment was on the ink-robed man wearing the mask.

The corners of the ink-robed man's mouth curved up slightly, "Let's go, everyone follow this lord to take a look!"