In an abyss at the bottom of the sea, atop an altar piled high with ghastly white bones.
The Blood Slaughter Guardian toyed with a dark red bone whistle, his narrow, triangular eyes filled with cold calculation.
After a moment, he turned his head to look down and called out softly.
"Blood Shadow."
The shadows in a corner of the altar writhed, and a man walked out from within.
He was small and thin, with a face so ordinary that if you tossed him into a crowd, he'd be forgotten in three seconds.
Without sensing carefully, you wouldn't even be able to find a trace of a Martial Artist's aura on him. He was like a dock laborer who had spent his entire life hauling sacks.
But this was precisely what made Blood Shadow so terrifying.
He was the top assassin of the Blood Feeding Sect's younger generation. His Cultivation had already reached the Tier Three Peak, yet he could restrain his abundant Qi Blood until it was as still as a stagnant pond.
"Guardian."
