The Million-Man Army, Taking the Enemy General's Head as Easily as Reaching into a Bag (Two Chapters Combined; Please Vote for Me)

Clang!

The narrow sword in Qiu Wansheng's hand gave off not the slightest gleam, yet rang like a dragon's cry. Behind him appeared the dim, shapeless "Form of the Lifeless," extinguishing every trace of vitality.

Crack! The specially forged, dark-green sword shattered inch by inch. Yu Wujiu groaned and staggered backward, blood bursting from his chest in successive sprays. He had been wounded by the power Qiu Wansheng unleashed in the moments before his death.

Qiu Wansheng's eyes were unfocused and blood spilled from his mouth, yet his fury still flared. Ignoring Nangong Hen, who had briefly tied up Ma You and Li Sinong single-handedly, he gritted out, "Primordial Ink Blood Divine Sword... You knew I had the Seven Fiends Heavenly Gang Pendant, so you painstakingly prepared this? Good disciple. What a good disciple!"

The Seven Fiends Heavenly Gang Pendant was a secret treasure passed down by the Hidden Sword Tower. It could activate in response to danger and block a strike from someone near the Dharma Body realm. But against the Primordial Ink Blood Divine Sword, its seven fiends would scatter, rendering it ineffective. Unless someone knew Qiu Wansheng exceptionally well and had plotted the assassination for a long time, where could they possibly find a Primordial Ink Blood Divine Sword?

Seeing his always-protective master drenched in blood and looking like a vengeful ghost, Yu Wujiu showed a rare trace of guilt. "Master, I didn't want this either. But I've always been impulsive, fond of extremes. I was provoked and led astray one step at a time, until I made a terrible mistake that could no longer be undone..."

He paused, and his expression abruptly hardened. "Master, haven't you always protected your disciple? Just die once for me. As long as I'm alive, the Hidden Sword Tower won't fall!"