บท 916: Short Swords

It took Luo Qikang quite some time to pull his long sword out of Green-faced killer Eleven's neck. He then turned the body over with the tip of his foot, produced a handkerchief, bent over at the waist, and carefully wrapped it around the sword hilt which was soaked in blood. He pinched the hilt with two fingers and slowly pulled the sword across the cloth.

The hiss was distinctly heard in the spacious main hall, which made everyone's blood freeze. Even those Green-faced killers, who saw corpses on a regular basis, appeared to be slightly horrified.

Luo Qikang straightened his arm, shook off some more drops of blood from his long sword, and knitted his eyebrows tightly together, seemingly having no idea what to do with it.