Blood-red light dyed the sky.
When the Golden Body Dharma Form raised its blade once more, the entire vault of heaven was drenched in blood.
Li Zhiyi's shattered body resembled a cracked clay figurine, yet Immortal Will became golden threads that wound around every wound.
The Blood Brand's blade devoured the battlefield's blood qi. Before its edge even flashed, the void was already trembling.
Flickering blood-red light surged like a sea of blood at the ends of the earth.
He said nothing. Under the wordless gazes of the world, he raised the long blade in his hand once more, as if he could feel nothing, as if he had lost his mind.
"Damn it, damn it! Just die already!!!"
The man in golden armor roared. Watching the blood blade descend from the sky, he finally couldn't hold back any longer.
Will you fucking die or not?
Sword qi became a ten-thousand-zhang blood rainbow. The vine wall hastily assembled by the Ji Prefecture army tore apart like paper.
Everywhere the blade light swept, flesh and blood were mangled in vast swathes.
The edges of the shattered earth were strewn with severed limbs and fragments, and everywhere were faces—men and women alike—frozen in utter terror.
Perhaps just a moment ago, they had still been screaming inwardly, mocking Li Zhiyi as he struggled on the brink of death.
But the instant the Blood Brand's blade light swept across their bodies, they lost the right to think ever again.
That blade fell.
There was no weighty force like a mountain. There was only an edge so sharp it defied description.
The Blood Brand's might lay in a blade so keen it could not be defined.
The blood blade was clutched in the golden giant's hand. Its sharpness stilled the air; a touch parted flesh