Scalding blood mixed with tiny fragments of bone and flesh splattered in all directions amid the rain of blood filling the sky.
This bloody, tragic scene, set against the downpour of blood, was especially glaring—like a sharp blade stabbing straight into Chu Shanhe's heart, hurting him so badly he could barely breathe.
As a man of the Qi Prince Manor, Kong Zizai naturally had no shortage of methods.
Facing the surging Sword Light, he swiftly deployed all kinds of Secret Techniques to defend himself.
For a time, light flickered around him as he barely held on beneath the Sword Light's assault.
But it was only a fleeting resistance. The next moment, the Sword Light broke through his defenses and sliced off both his hands and feet like sharp blades.
Kong Zizai let out a scream and crashed heavily to the ground.
As for the Qi Family's camp—
Other than Qi Wansheng, who had been carved into a human stump and was still twitching, the remaining cultivators had long been reduced to chunks of flesh scattered across the ground.
The dowry gifts so carefully prepared were now soaking in blood.
Chen Lin lightly spun his fingers, and a three-inch Jade Sword flowed between them like a swimming fish.
Moonlight passed through the translucent blade, casting mottled blood shadows across the ground.
"Old Daoist..." Chen Lin suddenly parted his thin lips. Before his words had even fallen, he gently flicked a finger.
With a crisp "ding," the clear, lingering sound echoed through the silent night sky, like a death knell struck by the reaper.
"This deal of yours was a huge loss."
Hearing this, Chu Jingtian turned around, his pupils suddenly constricting—
At those words, Chu Jingtian's heart jolted as though struck by a heavy hammer, and he instantly snapped awake.
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