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As they fooled around, they suddenly felt giddy.

Not just giddiness, but anxiety too. They panicked, breathing with much difficulty. In front of their eyes, waves of white light appeared. They thought it was water, but it wasn't. They thought that water got in their eyes and they lifted their hands up to rub. Instead, blood started trickling down their eyes and their hands.

Then, they looked up. Somehow, the faces of the rest were all red and bloody. But therein lay the question of was it because of their vision? Or was it because the others were red like this?

The moon was high, and the night was silent. In that crystal clear water with a dark cliff in front of them, the group of people stood in the water, watching on as more and more blood flowed out from each other's eyes.

It dawned upon them that there was something wrong with the water. They scrambled out of the water, causing a stampede to the shores. Unknowingly, there was someone squatting by the water, pressing his lips together. With a heavy sword in hand, he whacked those who attempted to flee right back in the water.

An exciting Whack-A-Mole indeed. Swift and accurate, not a single one was missed.

Those in the water shrieked, desperately climbing out like no tomorrow. That person swung his sword, running side to side at the speed of light, not letting a single one escape.

Gradually, those who still could struggle lessened.

Eventually, those in the water lessened too as they sunk to the very bottom, only floating up when it was time.

That person looked down and shook his tired wrist to ease the ache. He flung his sword around and nodded with satisfaction. As if lost in thought, he stroked his chin and muttered, ”Master said to watch over this water and promised that my skills will definitely improve. Now that I look at it, the effects are great.”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

There were more people in groups, scattered around the mountain, searching high and low for the non-existent itch-stopping-herb.

Perhaps, some of them would run into such a situation: The sudden appearance of a couple of men in grey, surrounding them in an exquisite formation. After inserting a blade into their hearts, the men in grey would vanish before the blood touched the ground, repeating this all over again.

There, too, were the careful ones that would gather a large group of people, around 10 or so, in fear of danger or wild beasts. Cheerily, they foraged for the herb, treating this as a soothing night excursion. Admiring the grass in the fog was certainly an experience.

The serenity even evoked the poets in one as he swayed from side to side, reciting his poem. ”Bright moonlight in the sky, crotches once I look down. With nothing but small crotch sizes, I am the biggest one!”

The surrounding people immediately burst into laughter, pouncing on him uniformly, eager to open his eyes to whose was the biggest.

Under the fluffy clouds, a group of men in their birthday suits engaged in a playful grapple with one another. At the peak of their excitement, they suddenly felt a certain place go cold.

Just coldness for the sensation of pain had yet to register.

Then, they noticed a youth donned in dark purple, smiling at them. That youth had their manhood neatly arranged in one hand and a dark blade in another.

”How would you compare? How about we cut it off and weigh it! Here, here, let's all be the judges to who is the biggest, shall we?” that youth asked, with sincerity imbued in every word.

Xuanji, Tiancheng, Day 28, Month 2, and Year 12. The night where the Amethyst Cape Knights sustained great blows.

Then, the Amethyst Cape Knights were met with attack once more. This time round, the consequences were much more dire—the bodies of one leader and 12 vice-leaders were strewn around the camp. Seven to eight hundred Amethyst Cape Knights' corpses were found in various colors and completely naked at the back of the mountain; a bewildering death indeed. There were also close to 2,000 missing knights—some were those who witnessed the massacre and quickly escaped while others were the lucky ones that fled from the mountains but came back to a pile of dead bodies, escaping in fear of whatever punishment they might face. The majority were, however, those who neither witnessed the massacre nor been to the mountain but came back to find everyone dead and missing. They knew that they would be in deep sh*t if they were to return and might as well run away with the money in the tents.

Even though the benefits were great, and they could carry out any deed they desired, they were often in danger for the hatred they had garnered. Now that the leaders were all dead and they could not even explain what happened, rather than being interrogated and tortured in a dark room, they might as well change their name and hide away as a rich man.