As his finger descended, everything grew dark. Sang Luo suddenly began to tremble, and his eyes shone with astonishment. He immediately sensed the Qi of heaven and earth changing. Suddenly, his Cultivation base was suppressed. A whizzing sound could be heard as the wooden sword in front of him shot forward; in the blink of an eye, it would plunge into his neck.
His eyes filled with despair. However, at this exact moment, Meng Hao flicked his sleeve. The wooden sword, instead of ripping his head off, spun down and then carried Sang Luo with it back toward Meng Hao. Meng Hao reached out and grabbed Sang Luo by the neck.
At this moment, Sang Luo’s Cultivation base was restored and he could move his body again. His face was pale, though, his eyes filled with terror. He didn’t dare to move even an inch. The hand which clamped down on his neck emanated a feeling of death that caused his heart to tremble. In fact, being this close to Meng Hao caused his entire person to shake.
The feeling caused by the aura that emanated from Meng Hao caused his heart to seize with terror.
His face was pale as he stammered, “You’re… you’re…”
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the world, there was a mountain range that was covered in black clouds year round. Within a valley in this mountain range were two young people. They sat upright, gazing at the Go board which lay between them, seemingly lost in thought.
One of the young people wore white clothing along with an indifferent expression. This youth’s features were beautiful to the extreme, almost otherworldly. The fan in his hand slowly waved back and forth.
The other person wore a blue garment. He looked to be about thirty years of age. He held a Go piece in his hands as he stared down thoughtfully at the board. Hanging from his face was a jade pendant. Suddenly, a popping sound could be heard, and a crack appeared on its surface.
When the crack appeared, the blue-robed young man frowned. He looked at the jade piece, and then back at the Go board.
“Is something wrong?” asked the white-robed youth in a light, tender voice.
“Nothing,” replied the blue-robed young man respectfully. “It’s just my good-for-nothing brother. He must have offended someone who he’s not a match for. He wants me to save him.”
“That would be Sang Luo, correct…?” The white-robed youth smiled. “Go ahead and check out the situation. I don’t have anything else to do, I’ll tag along.”
The blue-robed youth immediately stood up. “Your highness, your status as a Dao Child is so lofty, I don’t dare….”
“There’s no harm.” This white-robed youth was none other than a Dao Child of the Blood Demon Sect!