Yu Chuan gave a bitter laugh and slowly turned to look at "Blade Ghost" Chu Xiudao behind him.
"Him... what about him?"
Wu Sa gazed at him and sighed. "His oil has run dry and his lamp is spent. He is a dying man."
"That... is good too, hehe... haha, cough, cough..."
Yu Chuan laughed until he coughed up blood. Before he could cover his mouth, his mighty body toppled backward.
There was a thunderous crash.
Blood splashed across the ground.
Longge Shiying hurried over. "Uncle Yu Chuan!"
The other Barbarians watching nearby crowded around as well. "Grand Commander!"
Wu Sa stood where he was, a trace of sorrow on his face as he looked at Yu Chuan lying in a pool of blood. "Little Yu Chuan, do you have any unfulfilled final wishes?"
Yu Chuan's face was ashen; there was no saving him now. His lone eye stared lifelessly at the starry night sky as he forced out, "Blade... old ghost... that strike... splendid... please, Asa, give him a proper burial according to the traditions of the Central Plains..."
"Impossible!"
Longge Shiying glared at Chu Xiudao and shouted through gritted teeth, "He killed Uncle Yu Chuan! I wish I could skin him and tear out his tendons!"
"Your Highness is right! We should throw him into the mountains and let the wild beasts eat him! How could we possibly bury him?!"
"Grandpa Asa, you cannot do that!"
Yu Chuan's eye shifted, sweeping over them. Finally, a helpless smile appeared on his face. He raised his hand and waved. "As you... wish..."
The moment his words faded, his breathing ceased, that helpless smile still on his face.
"Uncle Yu Chuan!"
"Damn him! I'll cut him into a thousand pieces!" Longge Shiying drew the short saber at her waist and strode