Blood still dripped from Li Jinchán's palm.
Drip.
Crimson blood fell.
Dust splashed up.
His face was ashen.
He suddenly recalled his absurd, bizarre life.
His gaze grew hazy despite himself.
Life was fickle.
He had been born into a distinguished family.
Before he was even born.
His parents had named him Jinchán.
The name Jinchán.
Had been taken from an ancient sage.
It embodied his parents' earnest hopes for him.
And his life.
Had indeed been intertwined with the golden cicada.
First, he had entered the Buddhist fold and comprehended the cicada's essence.
Later, he had practiced the sinister Vajra Cicada art.
After betraying his sect.
Though he called himself a Daoist.
He was, in truth, a Buddhist cultivator who studied Buddhist chants.
Today.
He would die at the Golden Cicada Temple.
One could say.
His life.
Had been threaded through perfectly by those two words: golden cicada.
"Dust Lord, this little bastard is finished. Give him another slash and send him to the afterlife!" Little Fengyun was caught up in the thrill of battle and wanted to fight again.
Once he acknowledged a master.
His cultivation realm would synchronize with his master's.
And he would be entirely under his master's control.
He could not attack at will.
"Little Fengyun, easy for you to say. One more slash, and he'll die, sure. But I'll be sucked dry too," Xiao Chen transmitted irritably.
"Huh? Dust Lord, are you that weak?" Little Fengyun was stunned. He sensed the state of Xiao Chen's body and was immediately dumbfounded.
He had not noticed earlier.
He had never expected that after just one slash.
The Source Energy in Xiao Chen's body would already be nearly depleted.
Seeing his scheme exposed, Little Doggie.
Turned deathly pale.
He collapsed heavily to the ground.
Waiting for Xiao