Within the "Heavenly Fire Seal Tent," the Vermilion Heavenly Fire scoured and burned the ochre Kui. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart.
He turned his head and saw Luo Yan approaching with his sword through the Vermilion Heavenly Fire surging before him!
He could not describe this sword.
The sword's momentum was not particularly grand, nor did its sword intent seem especially astonishing.
Yet this sword carried an air of resolve and determination.
It was as if it had traveled ten thousand miles, crossing mountains and rivers. Even if it stumbled and faltered along the way, it would still press onward with unwavering determination, ultimately delivering itself to the place it was meant to reach.
Into his own body.
What kind of hatred could drive this sword to travel ten thousand miles?
Zhe Kui did not know.
He truly did not know!
Not until this sword, which had traveled ten thousand miles to arrive—not dazzling, not magnificent, but absolutely profound and weighty—swept across his neck, sliced through his flesh, severed his cervical vertebrae, and finally burst out from the other side of his neck.
A scene suddenly flashed through Zhe Kui's eyes.
In that scene, night hung low. Before the Academy gates, a mecha allowed its armor to shatter and eject as its body burned fiercely.
It burned away everything and severed its own path forward, all to exchange it for one dazzling strike of extraordinary brilliance.
In that instant.
Zhe Kui understood.
He finally knew where the profound hatred in Luo Yan's sword had come from.
So that was how it was.
That was Zhe Kui's final thought.
His head fell to the ground, its features burned beyond recognition by the Heavenly Fire.
Then a foot came down.
The ugly head was crushed into pieces.
"Dragon Elephant"