'I need to escape. I need to do it now. He's going to kill me.'
The Patriarch clenched his fists holding onto an escape amulet.
His only path to survival was escape. He just needed the right moment. But as the thought crossed his mind, Xiao Fang's voice sliced through the air like a death knell.
"I wonder, is this how you thought your life would end?" Xiao Fang asked, resembling a heartless death reaper, a bringer of death.
The Patriarch's jaw clenched and trembled, Xiao Fang was done feeling out his fangs and it was time to eat.
"Why… why are you doing this…?" His voice was weak, disbelieving.
Xiao Fang wiped his blade clean, his expression indifferent. "Your sect is nothing more than a den of bandits and thieves. There is no place for scum like you in this world. Blame your bad luck that I found you."
