The Fifth Under Heaven

Dark Martial Arts

Blood trails snaked across the stone slabs. Diwu Wenren crouched behind a damp pillar in the corridor, gasping for breath. Slanting rain stung their neck, and the clash of weapons rang out in the distance, yet it could not drown out the drumbeat of their heart.

Fragments of this body's memories pierced their mind like shards of broken glass.

Diwu Wenren, third disciple of the Tianshuang Sword Sect, had used Soul-Severing Powder to poison seventeen fellow disciples over the past three months. Their faces now drifted before Diwu Wenren's eyes. In the fading pupils of each victim, just before death, was reflected the same pair of hands wearing silver silk gloves.