Those faces, some familiar and others strange, brought everything from that rainy night five years ago flooding back into his mind.
The entire Luo Family. Everyone who possessed any cultivation, everyone who showed the slightest resistance, had been slaughtered under the blades of these men. The hysterical, desperate screams; the figures falling one by one into pools of blood—it all returned.
Hatred and fury ignited a blood-red light in his eyes. His breathing grew ragged, and he ground his teeth, whispering, "Even if they turned to ash, I would never forget their faces!"
Chapter 135