Lone Wolf, Bloodied Blade

On a snowy night, he shoved open the door of a ruined temple, dragging a broken blade behind him. A ten-zhang trail of blood stretched in his wake.

The crowd backed away in terror. “Mad Wolf… You're still alive?”

The old dog in his arms growled softly. His blade reflected the coldness in his eyes. “Everyone who hunted me down three years ago is here, right?”

“Tonight, either my blade drinks every drop of your blood, or… you drink every drop of mine!”