C519 A Prescription

An eerie silence had fallen over the scene. The once towering sword Qi had vanished without a trace, replaced by a pervasive killing sword intent that swept through the area.

Qiao Gao was merely holding a three-inch-long withered branch, without even a hint of sword Qi emanating from it. Yet, the terrifying killing sword intent spewed forth unceasingly from that simple branch in his hand