This was that unfinished strike... no, it was even more beautiful than that strike!
Charles felt that sensation again.
Dodge, and he would die. Block, and he would perish...
Yet his expression only grew more excited.
It was as though this were not a blade coming to claim his life, but some long-delayed salvation.
And yet.
Half an inch from his eyes, the sword abruptly stopped.
Charles froze.
He raised his head in disbelief and looked at Zhou You.
"You... you're going to spare me????"
Hearing that voice, which sounded as though its owner had been insulted, Zhou You shook his head.
"No. Quite the opposite, actually."
The condensed baleful energy erupted in an instant, seeping into Charles's body like a raging tide and utterly destroying every meridian it touched!
Charles's eyes became bloodshot. The agony forced a howl out of him, and only then did Zhou You speak.
"Quite the opposite. What you've done is so disgusting that killing you cleanly would be far too unsatisfying. So..."
He raised his head and looked at the Blood Moon in the sky.
That enormous eye gazed down indiscriminately upon everything, but just as before, Zhou You knew the thing was watching this spot.
Then he slowly spoke.
"I'm actually quite curious about something. You make deals with this thing, but if you fail to fulfill them... what kind of punishment do you receive?"
Charles's expression froze. A moment later, he began screaming like a madman.
"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this... this was supposed to be the performance I looked forward to most! Whether I lived or died, I would have a perfect final curtain... kill me, hurry up and kill me... kill me already! Aaaaaah!"
Zhou You ignored him.
He simply tapped Duanxie's blade. The sword