The atmosphere inside the room was tense to the extreme. Watching helplessly as the young master of the Sword Saint Sect crushed the woman underfoot, cold sweat formed on Number Nine's forehead as well. This young master of the Sword Saint Sect is indeed the type to kill indiscriminately, treating human lives as if they were insignificant blades of grass. Serving such a master feels as dangerous as accompanying a tiger.
The young master of the Sword Saint Sect paid no heed to the horror-stricken people around him; instead, he relished the feeling, enjoying how others feared him.
Feeling the woman underfoot had completely stopped breathing, the young master of the Sword Saint Sect slowly lifted his foot and took a few steps forward. After pondering for a moment, he looked up at Number Nine and said, "What's the situation over at the Seven Steering Committees of Hong Alliance now?"
