บท 412: Masked Swordsman I

Back of the Crimson Snow Sect.

Qi settled like a still lake, Wang Ling's body trembled and his focus pierced the heaven. His sword qi was running wild, his intent becoming even sharper with every breath. 

He stood on a stone in a raging river, in front of him was a waterfall and in his hand was an ordinary sword. A couple of hundred meters away from him was his direct disciples, all watching him with great intention, especially Leo whose attention could not be taken away. 

Wang Ling raised that very sword, he released the breath he kept within, and as he did so, he whispered, "Twilight Sword: World Asunder." A very slow, downward motion. A path that's as direct as his path leading to the path, a reflection of his ruthless mindset.

Slash!