Jiang Che's heart lurched in alarm. His body reacted almost the instant he sensed the danger, and he threw himself into a sideways roll.
SHLIIICK!
A pitch-black longsword, radiating a bone-chilling cold, slammed down where he had just been standing, sending dirt flying!
"You're quick on your feet, kid!" a hoarse voice rasped.
Jiang Che steadied himself and looked up.
The attacker was dressed all in black, his face masked, revealing only a pair of cold, sinister eyes.
What alarmed him even more was that there were three others!
These three, also dressed in black and masked, were silently emerging from the thick fog, slowly closing in on him.
'This cold, frenzied aura...'
Jiang Che's eyes narrowed.
It was the four members of the Demon Sect who had attacked them during the day!
The leader of the black-clad men stared at Jiang Che, his voice dripping with mockery. "It's you again, kid. Ruining Young Master Xie's plans time and again!"
