"Who do you intend to kill?" The man who donned a ghost face mask, approached the Black Mountain Sect Master from behind with Yue'er held securely in his arm. His indifferent and cold voice was as terrifying as that of a hellish demon, entering his ears eerily.
The Sectmaster, previously a figure of formidable authority, found himself utterly immobilized. The sudden apparition of the masked man, combined with the palpable aura of death emanating from him, rendered any attempt at resistance futile. The mere touch of the man's hand upon his shoulder gave him a sense of impending doom, as fear overcame him.
