Crack!
A dense swarm of Sword Qi crashed down, shattering the War Blade in Zhai Jiuxiao's hand into pieces.
His entire body was sent flying by the Sword Qi.
Before he could steady himself, someone grabbed and supported him.
"Thank you."
Zhai Jiuxiao was moved.
At such a perilous moment, receiving help was undoubtedly far too rare.
"You're welcome."
A voice tinged with laughter rang out.
Zhai Jiuxiao's body stiffened. He abruptly turned his head and saw that the one supporting him was none other than Su Yi. A faint smile lingered in those deep eyes.
Not good!
Zhai Jiuxiao was so startled that his soul nearly flew out of his body.
He struggled with all his strength, his left hand slicing toward Su Yi like a blade.
Yet before his arm could finish its motion, his entire body was viciously hurled away.
"Have a safe journey."
Su Yi waved his hand.
Bang!
Countless strands of Sword Qi surged forth, drilling Zhai Jiuxiao's body full of holes before blasting it apart. His soul scattered and vanished.
At the instant before his death, Zhai Jiuxiao inexplicably recalled something Master Fisherman had once said:
"Remember this: when the Temple Master begins playing with you as a cat plays with a mouse, death can no longer be resisted! If possible, try to die with some dignity."
Unfortunately, by the time Zhai Jiuxiao understood, his body and Dao had already perished.
Not far away, He Mingliu let out a shriek. That fair-skinned, beautiful woman had clearly been driven mad by Zhai Jiuxiao's death. Her pretty face had gone pale as she frantically tried to break through the encirclement.
"Don't be afraid. You were calling me little fellow just moments ago. Why are you panicking now? It's nothing more than death."
Su Yi walked over,