The Heavenly Wolf Sect had risen in the martial world for two or three years, becoming notorious for annexing small sects and killing for profit. Today’s assassination clearly indicated someone wanted Yun Qi dead.
Dozens of people lay dead under Yun Qi’s blade; only one survived, barely clinging to life.
“It seems your life is not yet over, so I’ll let you live three more days,” Yun Qi said, looking down at him with a blade stained red with blood. “Go back and tell the master of the Celestial Wolf Sect that three days from now, I, Yun Qi, will pay a visit, and that will be the day your Celestial Wolf Sect is destroyed!”
He wanted to avenge Mu’er. After five years of companionship, he couldn’t remain unmoved. Why did Mu’er give up so easily just when she was about to touch his heart?
“Okay…” The man dared not say another word, considering survival a blessing.
Ignoring his wounds, he ran back, desperate to escape from this demon who had killed dozens in an instant.
“Heavens, how many more people will you take from me!” Yun Qi paid no attention to the person crawling away, turning instead to face the mountain cliff, tilting his head back and shouting. Why did happiness always slip away just as he was about to grasp it…
