Since there was already an apparent display of chosen disposition, and the results with Zhou Shen's brutal decapitation and the guard's redemption, the survivors' heartbeats quickened.
While some fiddled with their spatial pouches, others spewed malicious glints from reddened eyes.
Shortly thereafter, Lan Muqing's sword made an eccentric dancing sweep with a flash of colors matching its pace.
A flash of light. Blood fountained.
Everyone gritted their teeth, eyes panicking, bodies shivering.
Three human heads, malicious gazes still intact, laid in company with severed necks gurgling blood like fresh springs.
The Lan clan had always been so calm and gentle that people seemed to forget they were ruthless people of the sea. Their civilization didn't mean they wouldn't turn savage if someone or some set of weaklings dared to bare their fangs at their young.
This second movement from Lan Muqing silenced any arguments or pleas Zhou Shen's subordinates might have harbored.
