Wild Horse took seven steps forward, and the disciples around him all retreated seven steps at once. Even those already pressed against the walls tried to shuffle their feet farther back.
The more little regard Wild Horse showed for everyone's lives, the more they feared and revered him.
The discussion was over. The killing began again. Wild Horse pointed his sword at the first person.
Old Man Mu's face changed. He edged closer to the Dragon King. "Heh heh, I've never learned any Moonlit Swordplay or Death Sutra. Why don't you find someone else to practice on first?"
Wild Horse's sword followed its target. Waves of warmth surged from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. Today, he would seal that hateful mouth for good.
"Dragon King, you've been quiet for a good while. The Master of the Masses said you came here to kill Wild Horse. It's getting late. Why don't we get on with it?" Old Man Mu simply ducked behind the Dragon King. He wasn't about to face certain death with open arms.
"No." Gu Shenwei refused to help Old Man Mu. "Wild Horse's swordplay isn't strong enough yet. You need to help him reach a higher level."
"Huh?" Old Man Mu thought he was cleverer than most people in the hall, but he still couldn't understand what the Dragon King meant. "Reach a higher level? So he can kill everyone? Besides... besides, my martial arts are feeble. I really can't help."
"You're the most suitable." Gu Shenwei hauled Old Man Mu out from behind him and placed him in front of Wild Horse.
In the face of danger, his mind always worked faster. Old Man Mu said shakily, "The Dragon King wants Wild Horse's swordplay to grow stronger. Does he want him