A man of such exalted status naturally had the right to decide the lives of these beautiful women! If he wanted them to live, they could live; if he wanted them dead, they had to die. Mu Wei was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Naturally, he wanted to properly savor her panicked, tear-stained expression. He had already made up his mind: in a moment, he would have Lin Qi and Hu Xinzhu sliced to death before Mu Wei's very eyes.
A cry of pain rang out. The white-robed young man, who had not taken Hu Xinzhu seriously, had his left index finger severed at the root. Dark golden blood sprayed a long distance away, and drops as heavy as mercury fell to the ground, instantly punching bottomless little holes through the rock. The wind blade continued slicing toward the young man's neck. His face went deathly pale as he let out a shrill, panicked scream.
Two black shadows abruptly emerged behind the white-robed young man. They seized his shoulders and viciously yanked him backward. The wind blade nearly grazed his carotid artery, its icy chill leaving an extremely thin streak of blood across his neck. The suffocating threat of death made this arrogant young man convulse into a ball, nearly wetting himself.
"They—they want to kill me!" The white-robed young man screamed hysterically. "They want to kill me! They actually dare to assassinate me! They must be Church spies! They must be heretics of the Ashir Divine Clan! Capture every last one of them alive! Slice all the men to death on the spot! And those women—all of them, all of them—bring them back to the Heavenly Temple for me to play with!"
Lin Qi looked at the unlucky fellow with pity. That was right—Lin Qi and