Sheng Jing Wu's handsome, youthful countenance, which had remained the same throughout countless centuries, underwent a drastic change within a breadth of time. Fine lines graced the sides of his thin mouth, and his sharp, onyx eyes appeared sunken, as though his life force was sucked right out of him.
His hollow eyes remained downcast, gazing at his hacked off limb.
"Kill me and be done with it." Sheng Jing Wu, the infamous Jiangshi Master, pleaded.
"Why, pray tell, should I listen to your request?" The devil coldly replied.
In spite of asking, the silver-haired devil didn't wait for an answer. His narrow sword struck, again and again, accompanying his low, spine-chilling voice.
The Jiangshi Master's mind screamed out as the burning pain drove through him. He couldn't help weeping at his own suffering, imagining himself to be a block of wood in the hands of a skilled carpenter, being sliced one piece at a time.
It took only a few moments for him to lose the remaining arm, and both of his legs. He lay helplessly on the ground, bleeding to death in his own abode.
Next, the silver-haired devil sheathed his sword and extracted a marbled pill from the side of his robe. He advanced on Sheng Jing Wu, using one hand to dislocate his jaw.
Meanwhile, the devil shoved the pill down the crippled man's throat.
Almost instantly, the heavy bleeding stopped. Sheng Jing Wu gaped in horror as he realized the devil's plans.
What he gave him just now… wasn't it a highly expensive, blood clotting pill?
As it turned out, this monster didn't wish to kill him. Rather, he planned on keeping him alive without limbs!
'Why? Why was he doing this?! Was all of this just for the sake of one insignificant woman?' Sheng Jing Wu wanted to ask, but he couldn't even bring himself to speak.
The devil jeered, "Now, you wish for death… but it will not come for you so easily."
Then, the silver-haired devil grabbed a fistful of Sheng Jing Wu's hair and began pulling him, his crippled body dragging along the floor behind the devil.
Around a dozen or so of the remaining concubines crowded together and watched the unfolding scene with horrified expressions, their trembling backs plastered against the wall. They were the lucky few who had managed to avoid the cross-fire and maintain their lives.
As the devil passed by them while yanking Sheng Jing Wu by the hairs towards the exit, one concubine jumped to block his path. She knelt on the ground between the carcasses of the other, less fortunate women who had been slain.
"My liege! Please allow this humble maid to dutifully serve you." The concubine's voice was clear and sweet sounding. She was a frail and dainty girl in appearance, her long, well maintained glossy hair draping her back like a luxuriant fan. The finest silk adorned her wispy frame, matched with numerous glistening pieces of priceless jewellery. Much like the rest of Sheng Jing Wu's harem, she was truly a bewitching beauty.
The silver-haired devil halted his steps and raised one eyebrow in question. His freezing voice invoked fear on those around him as he said, "How could someone as lowly as you serve the likes of someone such as myself?"
The concubine slowly raised her head, peeking at the stunning man in front of her from underneath a set of heavy lashes. She had never seen a person so beautiful, so dangerous, and so alluring, in all the years of her life.
Once upon a time, she considered the Jiangshi Master to be the best man she could have found, but now… she realized how blind she had been before!
Comparing these two men was akin to comparing a fish to a dragon!
The concubine gritted her teeth and clenched her fists with determination. 'No matter what', she thought to herself, I have to find a way to follow this celestial man!'
"This humble maid is willing to do anything my liege will ask of me! This humble maid only wishes to accompany my liege on his journey." The concubine announced.
The silver-haired devil's mask became one of consideration at her words, his gaze seeming to become lost in thought.