"Shen Hui, that's your Uncle-Master, Xuan Zheng."
"Let go, hurry and let go! Quickly suppress your heart demons!" The master of Mount Daguangming, Xuan Ku, looked at the scene before him and felt so heartbroken he wanted to die.
"Uncle… Uncle-Master?" Hearing Xuan Ku's roar, a struggle appeared on Shen Hui's face. He glanced toward Xuan Ku, and his hand, which had been clutching the throat of a frail old monk, slowly relaxed.
At that moment, a surge of black qi suddenly shot straight toward Shen Hui's forehead, forming a fierce mark as the veins twisted.
His hand suddenly tightened, twisting the old monk's head and smashing it mightily onto the ground!
Boom!
Blood splattered everywhere in a radiant pattern on the ground.
"Beast!"
"Everyone must die!"
"Evil demons bring calamity, all beings share the karma, murder purifies the world, Tathagata bears the sin!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
A brilliant sword light surged towards Xuan Ku in the midst of his mournful cries.
