Dictum of Death

All swords shall cry once the God of Sword makes his move!

This was a power that was unique to Venerable Lord Sword and no other person could hope to emulate it.

As the unique phenomenon began to unfold, an icy chortle could be heard.

"All assassin organizations should not exist in the martial world!"

Before the voice could even echo in the air, the sword light shone and illuminated the night sky. Where the swords could be heard crying out with loud clangs, pained screams emanated at the same time as blood washed the air.

The copper scent of blood was added to the nightfall.

"Venerable Lord Sword!"

A lean, delicately sculpted silhouette bolted out; a long whip in his hand slithered swiftly in the air like a snake. He called out in a calm voice, "Why all this murder?"

Venerable Lord Sword replied with derision, "I don't like The Merciless Tower. Is this reason sufficient?"