Boom-
His foot came down again, landing in the sole puddle of bright red blood left behind after Ning Yi had burst apart.
With blood staining his foot, he turned his gaze toward everyone from the Sword Academy.
Then Ye Qiu vanished again.
When he reappeared, he stood opposite the Sword Sect's ranks.
He raised his saber.
Slash!
Splat-
Under everyone's shocked gazes, a disciple exploded, blood surging and spraying once more.
Then came the second.
The third.
The fourth...
Ye Qiu advanced step by step. Each time his foot came down, someone exploded into a blood-red mist.
Nothing impeded him. It was not that they did not want to stop him, but that they could not.
Compared to Ning Yi earlier, Ye Qiu now looked far more like a murderous demon, his bloodstained hair flying.
"Kill!" Faced with his utter recklessness, Ning Jian Er roared with bone-deep hatred.
As that roar erupted, an elder charged out of the Sword Sect's ranks, his sword light surging forward like a silver river.
Yet the river of sword qi rushing toward Ye Qiu seemed to encounter some towering terror. Before Ye Qiu even acted, it burst apart on its own.
As Ye Qiu advanced, the river of sword qi continued to crumble until he reached the elder.
The river of sword qi vanished completely.
The elder stared at Ye Qiu with wide, horrified eyes. When their gazes met, he saw not only a savage blood-red glare and towering killing intent, but also a trace of familiarity sealed in the deepest reaches of his heart.
That familiarity was a kind of overwhelming pressure.
A nobility he could never resist, one that demanded he bow three times and kowtow nine times in reverent worship.
It seemed...
Like Jian Yi!
Splat-
But he had no