Though Shi Xiong was young, he refused to show weakness. Holding the White Rainbow Treasure Sword, he displayed the "Thirteen Life-taking Swords" swordsmanship taught personally by Shi Feiyang, charging left and right among the enemy ranks. Wherever the sword edge pointed, the Western Region cultists fell to the ground, some getting half their brains sliced off, others having their throats pierced. "Don't be afraid, brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts, I'm here!" The boy's clear shout carried a ruthlessness beyond his age.
Amid the wind and snow of Blood Wolf City, the smell of blood mixed with shattered ice, condensing into a crimson mist suspended mid-air.
