Fifth in the World,

Dark martial arts The bloodstains on the bluestone were as winding as snakes, and the fifth smeller huddled behind the damp pillars, gasping for air. Raindrops pierced his neck diagonally, and the sound of metal and iron clanging could be heard in the distance, but it couldn't cover up the drum-like heartbeat in his chest. The remaining memories of this body penetrate into my mind like broken glass. ——The fifth hearer, the third disciple of the Tianshuang Sword Sect, has killed seventeen of his fellow disciples with the soul-dispersing poison in the past three months. The faces of those people were floating in front of the Fifth Wenren at this moment, and the hands wearing silver silk gloves were reflected in their dilated pupils before they died.