The man was in a blood-red robe, his hair disheveled, with a face so haggard that one could clearly discern his cheekbones. His eyes were bloodshot and full of ruthless cruelty.

The man was emanating an aura of someone who feasted on blood. He so shocked his two disciples that their legs began to wobble. They slumped onto their knees with a thud. "Our respects to Sect Leader!"

"You mean... they are all dead?" The man asked coldly. His voice resounded as if from ...