The courtyard, once filled with the scent of herbs, serene and elegant, was now a sea of fire.
Ye Lianzhen, Tang Qiaoqiao, Liu Qing, Su Wan…
Those figures, some gentle, some feisty, some capable.
All had met a tragic end one after another under his merciless Black Armor Iron Fist.
Then, the Chen Mansion, Yin's Cloth Shop…
Chen Jiayu, Xiao Qingge, Qing Ling…
Yin Rong, Mrs. Yin, Yin Yingying…
Everyone he had ever crossed paths with, everyone connected to him by fate.
He had slaughtered them all, one by one.
Finally, he returned to his small courtyard in the Cangyun Sect.
The courtyard was in ruins.
A young girl stood there, all alone.
It was his younger sister, Jiang Ling.
Her face was streaked with tears. Her eyes, once as clear as water, were now filled with fear, unfamiliarity, and endless sorrow.
She trembled, reaching a hand out toward the Black-armored Giant who looked like a Demon God.
"Brother... why...?"
