The clan elder was caught off guard when the gang leader's gaze fell upon him, stunned as if asking, "Why are you looking at me? What's the matter?"
So soon to offer me up like this?
"What do you want?" the elder asked defiantly. No matter what, he held status in the Serpent Gang, and among the Immortal Sect, he had friends too.
In the martial world, who doesn't have a few powerful allies?
Shuu!
The Flying Smoke Spirit Sword, swift and agile as lightning, struck out in the blink of an eye, cleanly severing the clan elder's head.
The speed was too fast.
No one had time to react.
By the time they realized what had happened, he was already dead.
If the elder could utter one last breath, he'd surely ask: Why not ask a few questions first before killing me? Isn't this too excessive?
