"Looks like today... you're headed for hell!" Ye Qiu's voice was icy.
Sharp arrows shot forth!
"Don't underestimate me! Fourth Spirit Ability, Blade Qi Bodyguard! Ha!"
Mo Dao shouted sharply. The fourth Purple Spirit Ring on his body flashed with a dim glow. He did not pull the broadsword embedded in the ground back out. Instead, he merely straightened it, pointed the blade downward, and pressed it into the earth.
Pfft! He drove the blade tip into the ground. Soul Power surged, transforming into violent blade qi that scattered in all directions.
Clang! Clang! Sparks flew as several arrows were all knocked away.
"Hehe. Next, it'll be—" Mo Dao raised his head and grinned. The danger had passed; the advantage was his!
But when he saw the teasing look in Ye Qiu's eyes, his words halted.
"Sorry, there is no next!" Ye Qiu pointed at his neck, then wagged his index finger.
"Urgh—pfft!" Mo Dao's neck stiffened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared in disbelief at the arrow embedded in his throat.
"Th-this... ugh, cough cough." The broadsword in his hand dissipated. Blood blocked his throat, leaving him unable to make a sound. Even clutching his neck with both hands could not stop the blood from flowing away.
"It's quite simple. I actually fired two volleys of arrows, but you only saw one!" Ye Qiu crooked his finger. He had merely used an Illusion Technique to conceal that simple motion of pulling the trigger!
With a thud, Mo Dao fell straight backward, his eyes wide open.
Before he died, his mind was filled with a pair of blood-red eyes bearing three tomoe.
Sweeping his gaze around the battlefield, Ye Qiu discovered that using Illusion Techniques in battle was quite a good choice!
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