Volume 2.3.1 — The Travesty
Bai Bing Wen takes one step forward towards them but Ji Feng Huang spreads out his arm to stop him. “I said, stand back,” Ji Feng Huang warns him again with an icy cold tone. “I really don’t want to do this,” the man in white says with a feigned sigh. In a split second of movement, he pulls at the braid under Ling Guang’s hair. “Ahh!” Ling Guang cries out sharply in pain, his cry almost sounding like a dying vermilion bird’s last lament. His back arches with the sound of something breaking before he falls back, eyes closed. Black smoke ooze out of the vermilion mark on his forehead before the mark itself has turned black, followed by his hair. The red aura around him is slowly dimming, too. There’s an evil smile on the white-clothed man’s lips when he dismissively raise
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