"No Regrets."
No one heard it. Even Mu Fengming and Qian Yifang failed to hear it. There was only the howling blade wind, striking straight at Huo Wei's body.
Blade force, accompanied by countless surrounding blade shadows, swept past where Huo Wei stood like a howling tornado, destroying everything in its path.
As the tornado of blade shadows passed, countless scraps of flesh, blood, and bone splattered everywhere. All that remained on the ground was a massive ravine carved by a blade—nothing else.
Only the blood stench splashed all around and permeating the Town Martial Division's hall proved that this battle had taken place.
"Ah, Mu... Feng... Ming."
A figure lay on the ground, his body covered in several blade wounds, skin split and flesh torn open, blood streaming without end. It was Qian Yifang.
His face was twisted in a ferocious grimace. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and several fine blade marks lined his face. His eyes, fixed on Mu Fengming, brimmed with hatred and fury.
Just now, Huo Wei had withdrawn his true qi. Mu Fengming's blade had shredded Huo Wei—and wounded him as well.
His all-out sword strike had been meant to kill in one blow, aimed directly at Huo Wei. He had not guarded against Mu Fengming at all, nor had he expected such a move.
In the end, he had failed to stab Huo Wei and instead delivered himself right onto Mu Fengming's blade.
If he had not reacted quickly enough, he would have met the same end as Huo Wei.
That damned Huo Wei had dragged him into the pit even as he died.
Yet Mu Fengming paid him no heed. He simply stood there in a daze, staring at the ravine he had slashed out and smelling the blood in