He is Sacred

“What the hell was that?!” Zhou Long slammed his fist down onto the table. His eyes flashed with anger, and his previously friendly features were nowhere to be seen.

In front of him were five men. The five men who had previously won the tournament. “But sir,” the leader opened his mouth, an indignant expression on his face, “he was a necromancer. If we allowed him to touch us, we would have died.”

“Then die!” Zhou Long continued anger evident by his expression. “I said you could kill the others, but touching the white-haired boy was not permitted! We received a message from headquarters that he is sacred! That he is needed by one of the great generals!”

The more Zhou Long thought about it, the angrier he became. He had planned it perfectly. He had ordered the group to kill some of Hui Yue’s companions, but that elemental flame would have seriously injured the man he was supposed to protect.