At their closest, both sides could feel each other's breath.
And after a single breath, one had already become flying ash, blood raining down across the sky.
It truly had to be said that Jiang Wang treated Zhu Lanruo very differently.
Just now, Lu Qilang had been waiting to fight him to the death. With his blood and qi brimming, Jiang Wang had a great chance of winning if he pressed his advantage. Ling Xihua, meanwhile, had been frightened out of his wits, weak as a beaten dog—killing him would have taken no more than a single sword stroke.
Yet Jiang Wang still chose to take a much longer path, charging resolutely toward Zhu Lanruo.
From the very beginning, Zhu Lanruo had been the opponent he most wanted to kill. That foremost place in his kill order had never changed in his heart.
This resolve exceeded Zhu Lanruo's expectations.
Up to this point in the battle, the one who had inflicted the greatest harm upon Jiang Wang was clearly Lu Qilang.
When Jiang Wang had emerged from the Fountain of Youth, his techniques had met Ling Xihua's, his Divine Soul had suppressed Zhu Lanruo, and his sword had pointed at Lu Qilang. The distribution of force in those attacks seemed to reveal his intent, plainly treating Lu Qilang as his greatest opponent.
Yet just as the slaughter of their gazes ended, while the battle of Divine Souls was still underway... now that his sight was lost, the string domain remained, the Divine Soul battle had not yet undergone any greater upheaval, and his body was still moving by the inertia of combat.
He suddenly rang the Hearing Bell, turned, and came treading the clouds!
Only when Zhu Lanruo saw those red-gold eyes from such close range did he understand what