Song Han was afraid.
As a Third-Rank Innate expert, he had once been called a genius and had once roamed the jianghu with sword in hand.
But as his martial strength increased, he grew indifferent to human life. He championed justice on one hand and slaughtered innocents on the other, using his strength to seize untold wealth.
His attack on Steward Shen hadn't been planned for long. He had simply happened to be dealing with an enemy nearby, and happened to learn that a fabulously wealthy Steward Shen lived here.
But he hadn't expected that killing one Steward Shen would draw out such a baleful star!
He fled desperately, shouting as he ran, "It was all a misunderstanding! Spare me, young friend, and I'll reward you handsomely! If you kill me, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect will never let you go!"
But Ye Kang ignored his cries completely. He used Shadow-Piercing Steps to close in on Song Han at speed, swinging the Blazing Blade at the same time.
The flames lit up the Sky Vault. The Demonic Saber, having tasted blood, trembled faintly as it slashed again and again around Song Han.
Swords and blades shrieked, and cold flashes of light filled the air.
Ye Kang didn't want to drag things out either. He pushed the Imperial Heaven-Reaching Skill to its limit, crushing Song Han with his full strength as he unleashed wave after wave of blazing flames.
At last, Song Han couldn't hold on any longer. His sword shattered, and the Demonic Saber carved a massive wound across his chest.
With a thud, Song Han crashed to the ground in a sorry heap. The smugness had vanished from his face, leaving only resentment.
"You can't kill me..."
Before he could finish, the blade flashed past and sent his head