"Yan Baihu, in the end, you were nothing but third-rate trash!"
Zheng Feixiong stood arrogantly and flicked a finger, sending Yan Baihu and his saber flying together.
With the Flying Tiger Saber and the Beauty Ghoul, Yan Baihu had unleashed everything he had. For a time, he had pushed his strength to the Quadruple Heaven level, yet he was still defeated.
His vision began to blur. He vaguely caught the heavy scent of blood on his body, laced with a faint fishy stench—the reek of internal organs mingled with the rot of approaching death.
Yan Baihu knew there was no saving him. He was already a dying man.
He had never been Zheng Feixiong's match to begin with, much less now that Zheng Feixiong had long completed his Demonization and risen to Late Strong Martial strength.
The moment they exchanged blows, he had suffered one crushing defeat after another, sent flying countless times, pierced, battered, and ravaged until he was in tatters.
"He's toying with me, toying with me until I die!"
Yan Baihu gasped for breath. By his ear came a pitiful voice. "Big brother, bro... brother!"
Half of the Beauty Ghoul floated over to his side, holding up the long saber covered in serrated teeth and offering it to him.
"I can't kill anymore. I can't kill anymore!"
Yan Baihu reached out and stroked the Beauty Ghoul's cheek. It was smooth and delicate, like that of a living person. An innocent smile showed on that pitiable face, just like his... little sister's, all those years ago.
"You monster, you've tormented me for so many years. It's time you accompanied me down to hell!"
The Beauty Ghoul smiled sweetly at his words and said sorrowfully, "Brother!"
The next moment, Zheng Feixiong's palm pierced through the Beauty Ghoul's chest as