Twenty Four Lotus Sect (2)

At this moment, Mao Nianzu maintained his cool; he walked slowly toward them. 

Sword Lotus could not help but feel ridiculous, yet a cool wind freaked him out as he was about to rush over. The weather was indeed cold, but it was nothing for a cultivator. If something could make him frightened, the weather won't be one of them.

"I won't look for a reason. Be my guest and die." Finished speaking, a subtle black mist suddenly engulfed one of the black-clothed men. In a flash, the subtle black mist spewed out an endless scream that could only be heard by the man. Shortly after, his eyes turned white. In the corner of his mouth, a white foam formed.

"No…" Another black-clothed man bellowed pitifully. He quickly took off his mask, rushing over toward the man whose mind was ruined beyond words. Then he used the cloth mask to wipe off the foam and closed his eyes.

Without hesitation, he stabbed that man. "Rest peacefully, fourth brother."