"Get lost!"
The cold moonlight reflected in Xiao Mo's eyes, stained with Blood Fiend Qi. He stared at Wang Xin, his gaze as sharp as a blade, as though it could pierce a person's soul.
Wang Xin felt her heartbeat suddenly quicken, and her body trembled slightly despite herself. A chill crept up her spine.
The Killing intent emanating from him had nearly taken physical form, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe.
She had no doubt that Xiao Mo would truly strike her down with a single slash.
But in the end, Wang Xin slowly spread her arms and firmly shook her head, her gaze unflinching and clear as crystal.
Looking at the girl like this, Xiao Mo said no more.
Wang Xin saw seven Dao patterns suddenly appear in his eyes. The markings turned faintly as if alive, radiating an unnerving aura.
A moment later, Wang Xin's consciousness grew hazy, as if she had fallen into some invisible whirlpool. By the time she snapped back to her senses, the Tang Saber in Xiao Mo's hand had already swung down.
A fierce wave of saber energy swept out, instantly swallowing the Wangchuan Sect disciple behind her.
The man could not even let out a scream before he turned into a cloud of blood mist, body and soul annihilated. Only a pool of scarlet blood remained on the ground.
Xiao Mo sheathed his blade and turned away. Without sparing Wang Xin another glance, he headed straight for the Wangchuan Sect.
His voice rang out from the darkness, clear yet cold. "Your Buddhist Sects always speak of compassion... To me, it's nothing but a joke."
By the time his words fell, his figure had already melted into the moonlight, nowhere to be seen.
Wang Xin remained where she was,