I'll be doing third person. And happy reading!
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The sword flew toward Sonny with heavy killing intent; it swept like a storm. Sonny stood before it, watching it heading to him.
Then he dodged swiftly, but it didn't work; the sword followed him like it had eyes of its own.
Killian shouted, "Move!"
Sonny obeyed; his body acted on its own, while Killain used his cultivation to blast the sword away.
The sword slammed into the walls as it shattered. The walls were also damaged; they shattered like broken glass.
Sonny stared at it; he recognized the sword. It was his former master, and he wondered why his master's sword was trying to kill him.
Wasn't his master in prison? Suffering for everything he has done to him.
But he had a gut feeling things weren't over.
And he was right.
A man stepped out of the shadow, into the light, his bloody eyes gripped with two pupils, and black inked lines crawled over his body, and a foul stench hit them.
