"You?!" In that instant, time seemed to stretch endlessly. Shock, fury, and grief rose together on Qiu Wansheng's face.
"Sorry, Master. I am the real Five-Faced Human-Demon!"
Behind him, the sword slowly touched his skin. Its tip was razor-sharp, gouging him open and tearing a bloody wound.
Yet strangely, even after a long while, the divine sword had only pierced a little deeper.
Under the faceless Human-Demon's horrified gaze, the world lost its colors, and all things were rendered in black and white.
"Ooh, I'm here to stock up!" An energetic voice rang out.
He had long looked forward to this day.
Hunting demonic overlords for pocket money had been on his mind for ages. Previously, he would have had to seek them out himself, and he had been too lazy to bother.
Now that a great wave of Karma Points was coming his way, how could he not brim with energy?
Drip~
A bead of blood fell, stirring faint ripples in the sky.
Gradually, the process grew extraordinarily slow, like a reality that could never be reached.
Everything in sight had frozen.
Sound, energy, physical bodies, and Divine Souls were all imprisoned.
It was as though every other color had been cut away from this stretch of heaven and earth, leaving only black and white intertwining and rising.
Clang!
A clear bell rang. Inside and outside the Hidden Sword Pavilion, everyone's mind jolted, then slowed. They could only stiffly raise their heads toward the sky.
Without exception, horror welled in their eyes. The only difference was the trace of relief in the Master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion's gaze.
They had recognized the newcomer.
Those of the Demonic and Heterodox Paths were even more utterly stunned, their pupils reflecting a heavenly phenomenon that would horrify the world.
Whoosh!
Light