The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 16 - The Last Stone
A female swordsman burst into laughter above the corpse, he quickly turned his weapon and brandished it before the hesitating enemies advancing. Ming Che, one of the Ten Strongest who occupied the eighth seat. The parasites were beautiful, the look in her eyes was so shining. His nails are flickering, he's dressed a little open.
Even though she was a woman, everyone could see for themselves how great she was to fight. The movement is fast and unpredictable. Just blinking for a moment, Ming Che had suddenly been right before their eyes.
"G ... That gaze~ You guys are so stunned by my beauty?"
His wiggly fingers were playing around curling his hair along his waist. But seeing all the men in front of him barely making a sound, his emotions began to peak. He's ignored. Everyone even just looked at him warily, warning if only the woman came attacking. They were actually waiting for the right time to attack Ming Che.
"Hey ...." Glared at the eyes of the quarter so fiercely. "What do you see, heh?"
His slightly noisy steps by clanking made the situation even more tense. Ming Che spun around and stuck a spear into the ground. Which instantly makes the earth spew the ground from the bottom up. Rocks and dust slowly descended, along with it Ming Che spoke with great emphasis.
"The savage men are shameless. I know what you're watching. There is nothing but my body. All men are equally disgusting!"
He ran until no one was able to follow the speed of his feet, only to see lightning striking to various sides. As they were able to look back at Ming Che, he had been covered in blood.
Not a few who fell curled up when they saw their colleagues were cut to pieces. Like a wild animal that wants to be eaten, all parts are cut neatly. The steps with the faces of their corpses that were still wide-eyed were shocked. It was like having just suffered a terrible death.
Shamelessly, some amateur warriors even curled back and instantly searched for the safest spot before the spear monsters went on a rampage. Ming Che threw a spear that instantly moved aiming at the back neck of the soldier who was trying to escape. The man instantly fell silent, his eyes glaring with tears.
Ming Che's spear instantly moved back towards its owner after successfully killing the target. Although the neck of the man had been pierced by the spear, he was still able to move. Clutching the rocks the size of his hand, and trying to advance by dragging his body, seconds before death to pick him up, he could see in front there a small house standing. The house was too small and only had 4 people. Her tears came back.
"I really want to go back ... To protect you ... My children ..."
His hand that continued to palpate the rocks in front was suddenly struck by the sword eye. Then in the blink of an eye, he had been shrouded like a corpse surrounded by flies.
Ming Che throttled in satisfaction, looking for a new prey to be killed next. Without him noticing, someone had been behind him and made him almost die standing.
On the other hand, in the place where the body of the man lay someone had just set foot regretfully.
"I'm late ..." He gripped the last stone the man had grasped, full of blood.
"I'm sorry ... I heard you really wanted to go home. But I can't save you." The young man in a white robe looked down deeply.
"Why do I suddenly remember you, Dad?"