"Who are you? And what has our sect done to incur your wrath?!" the sect leader bellowed, his qi flaring as he glared down at Riley.
His voice shook the air, a desperate attempt to mask the fear gnawing at the edges of his heart.
Riley's gaze was calm, unshaken.
"Nothing," he said evenly, his words like a cold wind brushing past.
"I'm simply harvesting evil—and claiming the returns it brings."
He didn't bother to elaborate. Words were wasted on the damned.
Bang!
The world blurred. Riley vanished from where he stood, his movement faster than the mortal eye could follow.
In the next heartbeat, he was behind the sect leader. A wet, sickening sound followed.
When Riley reappeared, the sect leader's head had already been torn from his shoulders, spinning high into the air, droplets of blood scattering like crimson rain before the lifeless body toppled.
