Young Master, Avenge Us!

"Ten!"

The Divine General of the Asuras' voice rang in everyone's ears like a Death Warrant from the Grim Reaper.

The atmosphere atop the city wall had grown unbearably oppressive.

Everyone knew this wasn't a threat. It was about to happen.

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

The icy numbers pounded against everyone's hearts, one after another.

The Divine General of the Asuras scanned the crowd, as if choosing his next plaything.

At last, his gaze settled on a boy who had just come of age, his face still carrying a trace of boyish innocence.

The boy's body trembled uncontrollably, but his eyes brimmed with defiance and fury as he glared at the demon in the sky.

"Seven!"

"Six!"

"You'll do." The Divine General of the Asuras grinned viciously and reached out with his claws again, grabbing for the boy.

A tremendous force lifted the boy into the air, leaving him suspended above the ground.

"Kid, are you scared?" the Divine General of the Asuras asked with amused interest.

"I'm scared of your mother!" The boy summoned every last ounce of strength to shout the insult.

"Got guts! I like people with guts!" The Divine General of the Asuras laughed instead of getting angry, but the force of his claws kept increasing. "Too bad people with guts tend to die first!"

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

The boy's body began to twist and deform. His bones shattered one by one, but he still clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound.

He knew he was doomed. He stopped looking at the enemy in the sky, turned his head, and used the last of his strength to look toward the City Lord's Mansion at the city's center.

"Two!"

Just as the Divine General of the Asuras' claws were about to close completely and crush him into a