The 35th generation of the Mountain Elder probably never experienced the iron-fisted despotism of the Empire's Emperor under a centralized regime, and in desperation, dared to shout out a curse instead of kneeling to die obediently.
It was originally just his own death, but now he can only experience the whole... extinguishment of nine clans.
Splurt!
Byron had not yet changed expression when Amita jumped up on the spot and stabbed another sword under the ribs of the assassin, twisting it as well.
It looked extremely bloody, although not fatal, yet it left the assassin sweating profusely, his entire body convulsing violently.
Hoping to be a tough guy, to endure not making a scream was a luxury.
"Ahhhhh..."
"You think you haven't died miserably enough!"
Amita has been scolded by others too many times since childhood, and the level of profanity from the assassin couldn't even compare to the old washerwoman of the palace.
