C42 Chapter 42

The Tang sword rested on Lu Ming's neck, unheeding of his pleas and fear. A chilling smile curled the corners of her lips as she effortlessly severed his head.

Cruel? Not in her eyes.

She harbored no desire to kill any human, yet she couldn't halt the treachery and brutality of the apocalypse. Those who, despite being human, disregarded others' lives for their own ends