Although the female cultivators flung themselves to their knees, sobbing and begging for mercy, Jared's Dragonslayer Sword carved a merciless arc of light through the air.
Scarlet droplets fanned outward, not a single woman survived his sweep.
Flaxseed staggered upright, one hand pressed to the gash at his side.
When he saw the beautiful bodies strewn across the floor, he wheezed in pain, and exasperation.
"Jared! Why'd you butcher every last one? Couldn't you have left me a few alive? I never even had the chance to enjoy their company..." He hopped from one foot to the other, more agitated than injured.
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