Chapter 987: The Jianghu
"As expected, I won!"
The blood-soaked man looked at the bear-man and the woman he had already cut down.
Only then did he turn his gaze back to the dragon-man, who was half-kneeling on the ground, bracing himself with his spear and coughing up blood.
His voice sounded like two sheets of iron scraping against each other.
His chest seemed to contain a broken bellows, each breath ragged and hurried.
More than a dozen wounds covered his body, deep enough to expose bone.
A bear claw had even torn away half the scalp from his forehead.
Yet Shou He seemed utterly unaware as he continued forward. "I said it before. Today is the day you die!"
Long Qi flew into a rage, a pale flush creeping across his cheeks.
He had expected Shou He to be difficult to deal with, but he had never imagined that the other man could fight to such a degree, completely using his life to trade for life. It was utterly unreasonable.
It was as though this man called Shou He did not cherish his own life in the slightest.
Cultivators had always treasured their lives.
Otherwise, why would they seek such long lifespans?
With every qualitative transformation of life came the most obvious increase in longevity.
If power was merely incidental, then immortality was the true purpose of cultivation.
"Are you really that unafraid of death?" Long Qi asked incredulously.
"Afraid."
"Terrified."
"But I will definitely win."
When he spoke the word "win," an unprecedented light bloomed in Shou He's eyes.
He still had a trump card that no one knew about, one he had yet to reveal.
It was a drop of demonic blood suspended between his brows.
Just as his blood and qi surged, he suddenly sensed that