Looking at the scene before him, the old man shook his head and sighed, "I, this old man, don't like killing people, not one bit. How can killing be as satisfying as drinking wine and eating meat?"
"Every time I kill, my hands get all sticky. Why do you all insist on forcing this old man to kill?"
"..."
As he spoke, the sword at his waist stirred.
He formed a sword finger with the index and middle fingers of his right hand and pointed towards the distance.
There was no visible Sword Qi, and it seemed as if everything around him was still.
There were no traces, no earth-shattering spectacle, almost as if an utterly ordinary old man had casually stretched out his hand.
Two men in black fell to the ground, bloodless.
A flash of light passed, and their Divine Sense scattered into ash, leaving no chance for resistance.
The terrifying Evil Qi, lacking a host to sustain it, shattered and vanished from this world.
