The evil master saw me bring my sword down and raised his blade in horror to block it.
But it was already too late. My sword came down right at his head.
It sliced through as cleanly as cutting a watermelon, shearing off half his head.
Yet his body remained rigid where it stood, one arm still raised as if holding a blade, though it had become distorted.
I did not spare him another glance and kicked him to the ground.
Then I looked at the last evil master.
The evil master's face was filled with terror. He was utterly numb with fear and instinctively took a step back.
From the moment I cracked my whip to the moment this evil master was killed, only a few seconds had passed.
But Zhang Yuchen and that middle-aged man had already launched their attack on him.
He did not surrender without a fight. As he raised his blade to block them, he scattered a handful of black powder at Zhang Yuchen and the middle-aged man.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man struck out with his palm.
"Get back!"
The palm strike scattered the powder. When it landed on the corpse of the evil master nearby, it immediately began corroding it.
Zhang Yuchen was still shaken.
"That was close!"
Seeing that he could not win, the evil master turned to flee.
My left hand lashed out with the whip.
With a crack, it struck his back, tearing his clothes and leaving a bloody welt.
"Ah..."
He cried out miserably and staggered, nearly falling over.
The middle-aged man picked up the Peachwood Sword and hurled it out in an instant.
With a ripping sound, it pierced straight through the man's back...
The evil master ran two more steps before collapsing face-first onto the ground. He