Wang Xiao's face instantly darkened.
He had been planning to spend the next one hundred and twenty years perfecting his Martial Arts System.
But he never expected this.
He'd started out as a Ghost Infant, and now he was about to be killed!
What the hell? This was just messing with him!
Of all the babies the Book of Space-Time could have sent him to, why did it have to be a Ghost Infant?
CLANG!
The sound of a sword being drawn snapped Wang Xiao out of his thoughts.
From among the group of Daoists, the one named Shou Chengzi drew the sharp sword from his waist and said:
"This humble Daoist was the one who brought this Ghost Infant back to the sect. Since you, my fellow brothers, cannot tolerate him, allow me to be the one to do it. At least then he will suffer less."
He knew that if his fellow brothers were to act, they would surely strike the Ghost Infant's soul until it scattered and dispersed.
