T.P.P
The Founding Patriarch grabs The Grand Elder of the Falcon Sect by the neck where the sword shard had pierced.
He infuses poison through that injury directly into his blood and whispers into his ear;
"You will not die so easily."
He drops him to the ground and the Grand Elder shakes all over in extreme pain but for some reason who couldn't shout out.
"Wh... who is this Man?" The Left guardian asks, sweating on his forehead.
The Founding Patriarch looks towards them who were some distance away.
With his eyes glowing dark green he said pointing to them.
"It is your turn."
His words sent shivers down their spines.
"Fe... fear not brothers, though he was able to somehow beat the Grand Elder, he is only at the Martial Master level.
No matter what socery he must have pulled he must be heavily exhausted and as you can see, he is bleeding everywhere." The Sect Master says as he pulls out his sword trying to reassure his brothers.
But he was wrong.
