"HAHAHA! So what if you kill me? Kill one me, and there'll be countless more of me! The Heaven-Burying Sect won't let you off..."
The junior brother burst into laughter. Aside from despair, his face held an even greater streak of madness.
"Wait—"
At the three words "Heaven-Burying Sect," Mo Shang suddenly recalled something and immediately tried to stop him.
However, just as Mo Shang came back to his senses, Zhou Yichen's sword had already fallen upon the other man's neck.
With one slash, his head was severed. A watermelon rolled onto the ground, staining the land around them red. With that strike, the junior brother went completely still. His life was extinguished, and even his soul was directly annihilated beneath that sword...
"Senior?" Zhou Yichen came back to himself and looked at Mo Shang questioningly.
"Forget it. It's nothing..."
Looking at the junior brother, who had utterly lost all signs of life and whose soul had been annihilated, Mo Shang's mouth twitched slightly. He said nothing more. There was no doubt about it—the other man was a god of slaughter as well.
Upon hearing the name Heaven-Burying Sect, Mo Shang had wanted to ask the man something, but unfortunately, he had ultimately been a step too late.
With his great vengeance avenged, Zhou Yichen finally relaxed. He looked at the Absolute Dust Sword in his hand and presented it back to Mo Shang with both hands.
"Senior, your spirit sword," Zhou Yichen said respectfully.
"Keep it..." Mo Shang shook his head slightly, showing no intention of taking it back.
"Ah? How could I possibly accept this? The rank of this spirit sword is something this junior has never seen before. I truly cannot accept such a gift. Please take it back, Senior..." Zhou Yichen froze for a moment before