The wisp of sword qi passed through Xiao Ming's glabella, arriving at his soul sea. The sword qi settled calmly without any ripples just like a clay figure entering into the ocean. Nothing seemed to change not even the berserk howls of Xiao Ming.
On the other hand, Master Huan had paled even more and his figure depreciated once more. Xiao Ming's heart and mind was in a complete state of chaos. He was facing the terrible will of slaughter from about a thousand Night Walkers that seemed endless.
The malevolent aura from the devilish creatures incessantly tormented his heart. He closed his ears in a bid to silence the voices, but that seemed to increase the voices howling. He slowly gave up his defenses to allow himself devilized after enduring this immense torture.
His killing intent turned even more solid as his heart gave up on the control it held.
SHEEN!
