Chapter 63: No One Will Grieve for Your Death_3

When Ronan expressionlessly sheathed his longsword, grabbed the corner of his magic robe and slowly wiped his blood-red hand, Reiny, the originator of the mess, was still dizzy and had not yet recovered from the tense guilt of the disaster.

"Never.. again."

Ronan's lips silently moved, coldly staring at Reiny.

The latter desperately nodded, just about to make some promise, but in the next second, his expression turned to horror as he looked at something behind Ronan.

Ronan swiftly drew his sheathed longsword and slashed towards the direction Reiny was looking at.

A ghost-faced flower that was severed soared into the air, its center showing the pale face of a woman who screamed in fear after witnessing the brutal "murder" of her companion...

Ronan wanted to do more to stop it, but it was already too late.

"Ah!——"

The woman's last scream echoed through the flower field, piercingly loud amidst a dead silence.

"Go!"