The youth struggled to his feet, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet he still roared:
"Come at me! Come at me!"
"Don't rush. The real show is yet to come."
Shen Lian casually dusted off his sleeve. Soul Power flickered at his fingertips, casting an eerie light into Xiao Wu's eyes as he continued speaking to her:
"Miss Xiao Wu, you're a smart woman. You should know what to choose, shouldn't you?"
Xiao Wu's nails dug deeply into her palms, nearly piercing the flesh.
She looked at Tang San's despairing eyes, then recalled the honest faces of Da Ming and Er Ming. It was as though the last of her strength to resist had been drained away.
At last, tears spilled from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto the back of Shen Lian's hand.
She collapsed limply, as though all strength had left her, and gritted out:
"You despicable wretch..."
Before she could finish, Shen Lian seized her vital point with a backhanded motion and brought Xiao Wu before Tang San.
At some point, Shen Lian's Dragon-Slaying Blade had appeared in his hand. Its crimson blade flowed with a bloodthirsty glow, glaringly conspicuous in the deathly still night.
Looking down at Xiao Wu, who had collapsed on the ground, Shen Lian curled his lips into a cruel smile. With a slight turn of his wrist, the blade's edge came to rest precisely against the girl's heart.
Tang San frantically struggled to rush forward, muffled roars spilling from his throat. Yet his injuries and exhausted Soul Power left him unable to move even a step. He could only watch helplessly as the nightmare unfolded.
"Farewell, Miss Xiao Wu."
Shen Lian's icy voice carried not a trace of emotion. The Dragon-Slaying Blade swept down violently, and