A Radiant Glow Came from the East

The old Daoist's outstretched hands began to tremble. Amid the surging bloodwater, they too were starting to corrode.

Several bloody holes appeared before their eyes, blood gushing from them.

At that moment, even the old Daoist began to wonder if he had chosen the wrong Dao seed.

Otherwise, how could he have been beaten into such a sorry state?

Meng Yun pressed down with one hand, and the killing intent enveloping him finally began to ebb away.

Though this art was powerful, it consumed an endless amount of blood and energy. Keeping it up would be no different from courting death.

The old Daoist thought he had refrained from attacking out of disdain, or perhaps wanted to torture him.

In truth, Meng Yun himself hardly dared to squander so much of his killing intent.

Using it to empower the Blood Sea was already his limit.

"An enmity a thousand years old ends today!"

Meng Yun spoke coldly. Now that he had withdrawn his killing intent, he naturally intended to finish this himself.

"I'll leave your corpse in the Blood Sea, just like her. Go into the Blood Sea and repent to her!"

With that, the Blood Sea pressed down heavily. The pressure on the old Daoist suddenly intensified, forcing him deeper and deeper beneath its surface.

"Wait!"

The old Daoist cried out abruptly.

To his surprise, Meng Yun really did pause. Curious what a man on the brink of death could possibly have to say, he waited.

The old Daoist seized the brief respite to gulp down air, then gave Meng Yun a strange look. "You just said you'd bury her in the Blood Sea?"

"So, if you bury me in there too, would that count as a shared grave? It wouldn't be appropriate. Really, it wouldn't!"

"You..."

Meng Yun