Seeing that brilliant, cold light slash through Yan Nu and his head send flying, Young Master Eyebrow Painter couldn't help but be intoxicated by that breathtakingly beautiful sword strike.
Then he closed his eyes, turned his head, and sighed, thinking that the valiant Yan Nu had thus passed away, and truly finding it unbearable to look upon that wretched and tragic appearance, as he wanted to preserve the other man's most moving, heroic posture in his heart.
"A heart full of sorrow falls to the jade tower; alas, the autumn wind is unbearable to watch."
Young Master Eyebrow Painter lifted his sleeve to cover his face, still intoxicated there as he slowly wiped away a clear tear.
Only when he heard Yan Nu's cry of 'so painful' did he suddenly snap out of it.
He lowered his sleeve, revealing two dumbfounded eyes, staring fixedly downstairs to witness the scene of Yan Nu holding his head and propping himself up.
"Huh?" Young Master Eyebrow Painter's brows quivered, and his breathing couldn't help but grow hurried.
He didn't die even with his head cut off? Even a great demon, upon suffering such a terrifying sword intent slash, ought to have revealed its true form.
He was very well aware that his father's most formidable strike was precisely the moment he was startled awake.
If a person was sleeping sweetly and suddenly awakened by someone, they would become exceptionally angry and suspicious, their emotions instantly fluctuating to the absolute limit.
Relying on this intense sentiment, his father had pioneered a unique skill named 'Opening the eyes Demands Murder'.
The essential requirement was that if he didn't wake, so be it, but once awakened, it chilled the soul!
Yet now that sword that chilled the soul had indeed chilled the soul, but it was