His long saber slipped from his hand, spinning several times in midair before plunging tip-first into the Void.
Long Xiu's knees gave out, and he dropped to his knees.
His consciousness rapidly blurred, and the world before his eyes began to dim.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only a gush of sweet, metallic liquid welled up from his throat.
He looked at Ye Lin, his eyes filled with unwillingness, fear, and a trace of indescribable regret.
If he had known this man was so terrifying, he would never have provoked him.
If he had known even the young master could not defeat him, he would never have stood here waiting to die.
But there were no ifs in this world.
"You..."
Long Xiu only managed to utter that one word before his body crashed to the ground.
His body fell within the Void. Blood poured from the hole in his chest and his severed neck, quickly pooling beneath him.
The pool of blood slowly spread through the gray-white mist of the Boundary Sea like a blooming red flower.
His eyes remained open, but his pupils had already scattered. Terror and unwillingness had frozen across his face.
His Primordial Spirit had long since shattered beneath that terrifying sword light.
Watching Long Xiu die, Ye Lin put away the Godslayer Sword and turned to leave.
From beginning to end, he had only used two strikes.
The first strike shattered Long Xiu's saber and shook his Dao Heart to pieces.
The second strike pierced through both man and saber, straight through the heart.
Clean and decisive, without a single superfluous movement.
Behind him, Long Xiu's corpse began to dissipate.
After his death, the power of his Imperial Clan bloodline lost its restraint. His body turned into countless motes of