"Drip."
"Drip."
In the wilderness beneath the moon, blood filled the eye. The killing game had shifted, and those who had laid the trap had instead become fish and birds caught in the net, their lives hanging by a thread.
"It is over."
The plain-clothed figure stepped forward, bloodlight coiling around his sword as the killing intent remained undiminished. Toward enemies, Ning Chen had never spoken of sparing a life.
The approaching footsteps, one step after another, heralded Death's summons. The two tried to resist, only to cough up another mouthful of crimson blood, unable to hold on any longer.
The sword descended, its edge boundless. Heaven and earth seemed to be cleaved apart, rumbling and trembling mournfully.
As Death descended and the crisis of life and death arrived, silver light suddenly blazed across the horizon. The void churned, transforming into a violent gale that blocked the sword light.
With a thunderous boom, dust and sand scattered. Amid the lingering shockwaves appeared a young man clad in magnificent silver divine robes. His handsome face was bewitchingly strange, and the silver bead curtain upon his head chimed delicately. His bearing was supremely noble, like a god descending into the mortal world, too dazzling for others to dare meet his gaze.
"You have disappointed me."
Di Mingtian glanced at the two and spoke indifferently.
"Please forgive us, Your Highness."
Yan Jiushi and Ying Qianjiang lowered their heads.
"Withdraw."
Di Mingtian spoke calmly, then turned his gaze toward the plain-clothed youth before him. "A powerful swordsman. To encounter an expert like you upon the Ancient Road, this journey has not been in vain."
"Likewise."
Ning Chen looked at the man before him, a chill flashing through his eyes. The true schemer had finally revealed himself. To evade the many Starfield Venerables and arrive