บท 322: The Hunter Who Killed Immortals (73)

Power… so much… power…

Xu Lu took in a deep breath as she felt the flesh on her back wriggle and squirm as if something was itching to burst out of her skin.

She touched the golden thread in front of her and memories entered her mind. 

She saw a handsome young man lightly teasing a group of female disciples with harmless pranks, then an older version of the man stealing cultivation techniques from an unknown library and a few other scenes.

Guilty…

Thievery… laziness… greed…

No… he never hurt anyone…

Xu Lu frowned as she felt a massive headache pound away at her mind. The mysterious man in the cell next to hers was not a saint but he was not deserving of death.

She stepped forward and the man lifted up his head. 

His expression morphed to one of shock as he saw the self-proclaimed saintess of the Holy Sword Sect tear the iron bars apart.