A Horizontal Stroke Is Heaven, the Curtain Falls

The crow heard the blind man's shrill scream and nearly toppled headfirst from Hu Keke's shoulder.

Hu Keke's eye twitched violently.

She could not help murmuring, "That was ruthless!"

That was right. Back then, when she and Wang Xian encountered the old man before them in Phoenix Town, the fellow had been blind.

Who could have imagined that, with Wang Xian's help, he would recover his sight in the secret realm, see the light again, break through his realm and survive his tribulation, becoming a Spirit Transformation cultivator?

Who could have imagined that, on such a joyous day?

The old man had to turn against them and seek wealth and glory from someone in the imperial city.

Who could have imagined that, at this critical moment, Wang Xian had returned to Brightmoon Lake?

Before the old man could strike a third sword, he had become blind again.

Hu Keke and the crow gazed at the tranquil Brightmoon Lake without speaking. They even held their breath.

Like the withered lotus on the lake, swaying gently in the wind yet silent and wordless.

The lake behind him rippled. Wang Xian stepped forward and gazed at the old man with blood streaming from his eyes, falling silent as well.

With a mask over his face, he concealed his expression from both Hu Keke and the crow.

Inside the side room, Feng Yanran and Murong Wan'er charged at the final barrier again and again.

At that moment, the two women had only one thought: break through and survive their tribulations.

The blind man roared and screamed madly. After his frenzy, he gradually calmed down.

The youth's blade had slashed across both his eyes. The terrifying blade wind was like the light of death, blinding him.

After struggling bitterly for more than a decade, he