Settling Matters

Qū Dōng Liú's tall, gaunt body stood like a great tree rooted in the earth, utterly unmoving.

Only, the scarlet blood-glow before his eyes gradually dimmed. Black-tinged blood seeped from the corner of his mouth drop by drop. His eyes brimmed with disbelief as he lowered his head to look at his chest.

There was a palm print there, every line distinct and clear, snowy white in color, forming a stark contrast against his gaunt, slightly sallow skin. Its force had penetrated deep into his organs.

Within him, Qū Dōng Liú's heart channels had been shattered by an unyielding, fierce and mighty Overbearing Palm Force, churned into pulp.

Though Qū Dōng Liú's protective true qi was strong, his physical body was frail, far beyond comparison with Duàn Yì's.

Given his present condition, even if a Great Luo Immortal descended to the mortal world, he could not be saved.

The only reason he had not died at once was due to the miraculous effects of the Blood Remnant Art. It refined all his blood qi and vital essence, turning them into cultivation that advanced by leaps and bounds, while greatly reducing his body's need for its internal organs. That was why he could hold on for a little while longer.

"Cough, cough... I never... imagined that I, I would fail... to take revenge on Bái Xī Wén, only to... die by your hand.

After I die, destroy... my corpse. Do not, do not let... anyone know... about this.

Lastly, treat Yuè'er well."

In the final stretch of his life, Qū Dōng Liú unexpectedly seemed like a venerable monk who had laid down all hatred, speaking in broken fragments.

The moment the final words, "Yuè'er," fell, Qū Dōng Liú's body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. No breath