Zhao Yanzhuo's Sneak Attack!

Zhao Yanzhuo had been beaten black and blue by Long Wudi, with countless cracks in his skull.

Even so, it still took Yan Shuangying over twenty minutes and ninety-nine Red Tasseled Spears to leave him barely alive.

"Yan Shuangying, our Zhao Family Old Ancestor will soon emerge from seclusion." Zhao Yanzhuo's body was riddled with holes, spraying blood nonstop like a showerhead.

He curled up in agony and begged, "Don't kill me. Spare my life, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened. I definitely won't tell our ancestor."

Yan Shuangying pointed the Red Tasseled Spear at Zhao Yanzhuo's forehead. "Let's see whether your ancestor can even survive today first."

The Zhao Family Old Ancestor had yet to break through to level 46. Even if he did, he might not survive against Tang Chengyun.

So Yan Shuangying was not worried about Zhao Yanzhuo's threats in the slightest.

"Don't kill me. I'll never dare do it again..."

Zhao Yanzhuo knelt on the ground and muttered under his breath. Midway through his pleas, he suddenly thrust his sword at Yan Shuangying.

"I knew you had a trick like this." Yan Shuangying gave him no chance to strike back, piercing his head with one thrust.

Zhao Yanzhuo's eyes widened. He had not expected Yan Shuangying to truly dare kill him.

"How can someone like you ever change? Huh? You won't change. Only death will do." Yan Shuangying twisted the Red Tasseled Spear, sending Zhao Yanzhuo on his way.

"Hm? What's that?"

Yan Shuangying's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the sky.

At the instant Zhao Yanzhuo died, Yan Shuangying seemed to see a transparent Zhao Yanzhuo shoot into the heavens along a faint, barely visible thread.

Was that... a soul?

Yan Shuangying lowered his head in thought, but could not make sense of