The King of the Sword King
Winter Smiles at Fairy Cliff

"Let me enjoy the girl's body before we eat her" the voice of one of the three hooded figures was creepy. Highlight his eyes looking savagely staring at Sumniang's open shoulder - smooth white.

   The sound of ridicule sounded from the smallest figure among the three of them. He seems to be the leader of the group. 

"I gave you time to taste the girl, before I slaughtered her" she said . His voice though soft, yet it sounded like the voice of a demon.

   Sumniang and the people of the World Wandering Art Group were shivering. The voice was reminiscent of a female demon who preyed on baby children.

   The remaining group of the World Twin Art Group was completely helpless. Their cleverness in martial arts was average rank that of being only at the realm of the Great Spirit Realm. Such a ranking if in the shootout in remote areas, might still be considered high. But these? Having just faced off against the experts of the outskirts of the Walapra Desert, their cleverness looked like dust.

   Clearly they were all joined though, not a match for those three black-clad figures. It was like giving life for free to be deprived, if it was against a cultivator in the Boundless Realm realm. They knew enough of themselves as practitioners of this lower class in this area of Peace City.

"What do you mean ?" sumniang panicked. The Kinnari girl tightened her white shoulder-covering cloth, she felt disgusted by the beastly eyes of the hooded man.

"Open your clothes, girl !

   We will do it quickly, after which I will pluck your life without pain" Sumniang shivered even more. He doesn't want to die yet. This Kinnari girl still wants to pick up her beautiful dreams in this world.

"I-I don't want to" answered Kinnari trying to look stoic.

   Instantly the sound of loud laughter, neighing like a horse rang out from the three figures. Their female leader was heard sneering,

"You should be grateful. There's someone who wants to enjoy your beauty before you die. You should have bothered me, if you're chosen like this, it means you're much more attractive than the others" the cold voice of the woman.

   Meanwhile secretly some other women of the avianse race were relieved. They thought that the hooded figure was only targeting Sumniang.

"Maybe it was Sumniang's destiny. He should have died. I gradually grew sick of his arrogance" one of the singers of the Bulbul Bird Art Group, named Yoshodevi Culas. For a long time this girl named Yoshodevi was jealous of Sumniang's fame.

   Apparently the leader of the criminals, a woman named Astishti, read the gelagat from the face of the Bulbul Yoshodevi. With a creepy laugh, he said..

"Hey you..!" Astishti pointed towards Yoshodevi.

"A-i? w-what's the matter, sir?" ask the Bulbul timidly.

"Come here beautiful girl" Astishti said gently to Yoshodevi.

   The Bulbul girl was of course frightened. He saw earlier when he finished the battle, the strange woman named Astishti was chewing on the heart of one of their bodyguards raw.

"I-I don't want to" said the bulbul venturing.

Wush !

   Yoshodevi the Bulbul girl was silent for a moment, when unexpectedly, Astishti vanished into the shadows, knowing that he was in front of her.

"Please, not me, I still want to." Yoshodevi's voice stopped, as Astishti's moon-like pale hand pierced through his chest, then forcibly reached his heart out of place in his chest.

   The poor girl of Bulbul descent died unknowingly. While Sumniang screamed in tears over the death of his friend Yoshodevi. 

   What about Baroma Lam, the leader of the art group? His fate is no better. Currently the fate of Baroma Lam was no luckier than the others. Baroma Lam's chest, Kinnara the man has now been elus-elus by Astishti, ready to reach his heart.

"For me this man's heart. I'm sure, my magic cultivation will increase after consuming this heavenly being.

   The heart of the Kinnari woman I gave to you both. Enjoy the !" astishti seram. He closed his sinister attitude dramatically, letting out a sickening sound of laughter.

Silly-nilly...

'Tring - tring - tring'

"Who is it !" snapped Astishti was trying to disperse the fear that had struck his mind.

   There was no answer, other than the gentle whirring of the wind, now turning cold. Then a voice rang out, his voice was very clear, it sounded like a flute,

(these are the lyrics of people humming)

Winter on the Cliffs of Fairy Cliff.

When the Ice Dragon got up and danced, it,

When spring is waiting for time,

I was pensive in the ice pool, contemplating the magic as the stars blessed Arda..

(arda is the earth, the stars are said to be the creators of the Elves).

   That flute-like voice sounded like a whisper in everyone's ears. Astishti and his comrades became shivering in fear. This was a voice that contained extremely high soul power.

"Who is that guy?" his Astishti curious. Slowly in releasing Baroma Lam, get ready to escape if bad things happen.

   Not to mention the answer to his question was answered, suddenly the air in the Walapra Desert turned even more extreme. Baroma Lam, Sumniang and everyone from either the art workers group or the three monstrous creatures were gaping with their mouths wide open.

"Must be "his Astishti scared.

"W-how is this possible" said Yalem.

"It's advanced-level magic" whispered Odun trying to escape.

   At that moment everyone was watching clearly. Snowflakes slowly descended from the sky, falling and beginning to melt in the sands of the Walapra Desert. But do not wait too long, when ten breaths pass.the snow ice grains are no longer in the form of small grains.

"I-this is a blizzard" Baroma Lam said stammering.

"Snow does not go down in the south here. How could this happen?" ask Sumniang astonished. Instantly his fear of Astishti disappeared. The power of creating snow in the wilderness like this, was not a class that could be achieved by a herd of robbers like Astishti.

   Then a man appeared from the void, exactly ten spears from the group of frightened people. This man who appeared was a forty year old man, looking dashing in his all-dark fashion. Its appearance is so contrasting compared to the snow white color that has now become thick meets the Walapra Desert, where the Art Group and the three robbers are located.

"I smell magic" said the newly-appeared man.

   He looked at the people one by one. All that this newly-emerged man looked at, felt like he was drowning in an immeasurable dark cold lake, when their eyes met the eyes of this newly-emerged man. He said continuing lightly..

"Who did this magic?" his face is very friendly. But hearing this friendly voice, inexplicably Astishti and her two friends were uncomfortable with the hospitality.

"Hmm, this faint aura is black magic performed by those of the demon race's descendant" the man's eyes closed as if enjoying something hollow. The next..

"Don't you know? the demon race is forbidden to use magic?" his voice sounded more friendly. But the look in his eyes locked the collar of Ashtisti and his two friends. Astishti's knees and two of his friends felt helpless as the man locked the three of them.

   Slowly the man's hands waved, then again all was made wide, when one large long sword, created from snowflakes, seemed to sparkle under the shadow of a star. Said..

"Every demon race that uses magic must die !"

   Astishti and his two companions were unable to do anything, as the giant crystal sword rained down on their bodies, splitting them alternately, each into two halves. 

Silence and snow still falling into the Walapra Desert. There was no sound but the specks of the ice grains rubbing against each other, while Baroma Lam and Sumniang, as well as the others ducked worshipping in fear.

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