The world seemed to be burned as the sky blazed with red, and heat waves blasted the ground. Decayed Qi flapped around the world, and now, within the most dilapidated and destroyed place, a boy no more than 11 flashed toward his enemies with a desire for death. The two swords in his hands burned with a dark black flame that seemed to desire death and destruction.
Xiao's mind in a trace moved with precise targeting. The abominations that seemed to seek destruction soon snapped out of their daze as they all started to run toward Xiao. A new target had taken over their minds, and they would do whatever it took to ensure that he would be part of the death they spread.
Xiao moved at lightning speed as dark black flame-like wings appeared on his back, making him look like a little angel of death who came to reap the lives of his enemies. Xiao's speed kept doubling as he reached his first opponent. His right hand moved at great speed, cutting the enemy in front of him easily.
