That Dariel was truly too much of a bastard. Greedy as a snake.
If such a petty villain wasn't wiped out, Alex felt it would be like having a bone shard stuck between his teeth. Incredibly disgusting.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, pondering for a long time. Then suddenly slapped his forehead again. Looking out the window at the bright moon hanging in the night sky, a pleased smile curled on his lips.
"Wait, why am I even choosing?"
"There are still tomorrow and the day after before Knox arrives."
"Can't I just make a move tonight?"
"One peak per night, three nights, three peaks. I can wipe all three of them out perfectly."
...
Heaven-Turning Peak, inside the Peak Master's Hall.
Rorin was currently under the veil of night, bare-chested and vigorously dancing with his sword.
His Sword Dao wasn't soft or beautiful. It leaned towards ferocity and unyielding strength.
Every move and stance carried the momentum of breaking the wind.
