บท 56: The Legend Of The Twin Crystal

Rising Serpent Sect 

In the Southern part of the Rising Serpent Sect were eleven figures .

Each one of them was radiating and exuding the aura of powerful and dangerous Warriors. 

Ten of them were seated on a perfectly carved Couch , and the Eleventh figure stood still with his back facing the other Ten people.

The room was dead still,silent ,not a whiff Could be heard .

 The air felt heavy and suffocating.There were barely any sounds at all.None of the Ten could speak and even if they wanted to they couldn't. 

Their gazes fixed firmly upon the Eleventh figure, whose body they had grown accustomed to.

The Eleventh figure turned around slowly and slowly rose to his feet, his gaze was piercing as ice crystals, cold and merciless.

His face was expressionless, and his dark obsidian eyes radiated a terrifyingly evil gleam. His ivory white hair fluttered as a quiet wind blew past him.