"It's a… man in black clothing and veil…" Xiao Yucheng stammered.
Seventh Master Xiao pointed a finger at Xiao Yucheng's forehead. A pure stream of sword intent entered his forehead, irrigating his consciousness.
This wasn't a finger, but a sword!
But it's filled with a chilling force that could keep people awake and conscious.
Although the person who suffered from it would have his entire brain smashed into powder and there was absolutely no hope of surviving, it could support a dying person to finish what he wanted to say!
This was one of the capabilities of a Sovereign of swords!
"Say!" Seventh Master Xiao spoke in a low voice.
"The man in black… has an aura of bleakness and solitude… And he started killing once he came in…" Xiao Yucheng's mind jerked and he recollected carefully.
