"Don't even think about it. Someone from your Wudang sect ran over my four-year-old son, and you killed my husband. You might as well kill me too. Either way, I will never let you succeed."
The woman was defiant, preferring death to submission.
Wujizi was furious, as if it were everyone else's fault but his. He roared, "Why won't you let me succeed? Why must you be so cruel as to destroy my beautiful dream!"
The sword rose and fell. Blood splattered.
The woman was dead.
He then looked at the remaining family. The husband and wife were pale with fright, trembling all over.
Wujizi sneered. "You're trembling. You're afraid. Good. That's better than those other damned fools. Just agree to my terms, and I'll let you go. That way, I won't have to kill you."
The man was trembling, and the woman clenched her teeth. Gathering his courage, the man shouted, "Then you might as well kill me too! I want justice for my son. The one who killed him must pay with blood!"
