The two figures were pierced together by a saber.
Blood.
Drop by drop.
Dripped onto the ground.
Having launched a fatal strike at the perfect moment, Heavenly Vengeance, the Southern Divine Lord, remained in the posture of thrusting with the Snow-Drinking Divine Saber for a long while. Standing before him was Yue Yang, still facing away from him. Blood had dyed a large patch of Yue Yang's clothes red, a glaring crimson...
But it was not Yue Yang's blood. It was the Southern Divine Lord Heavenly Vengeance's blood!
The Snow-Drinking Divine Saber was clamped beneath Yue Yang's left armpit, piercing straight through his chest. From the outside, it looked exactly as though the saber had run through Yue Yang's body.
The instant the divine saber had "passed through his body," Heavenly Vengeance had begun to regret it.
He had never regretted anything so much.
A trap!
That perfect opportunity to strike had been a deadly trap from the very beginning, personally laid by the incomparably cunning enemy before him. Flowing Light had indeed been captured, but no matter what, before the battle was over, this "Red Horned Dragon," so clever he could be called crafty, could never possibly act like some petty thug, charging in to beat someone senseless and exposing a weakness. That opening had actually been bait for a trap.
Unfortunately, he had realized it too late.
By the time he understood.
The fish had already greedily swallowed the bait and fallen into death's great net.
All greed was a mistake; every mistake came with a price... In that instant, Heavenly Vengeance suddenly recalled his master's teachings from long ago for no reason at all.
His master had once said: As an assassin who used a saber rather than a dagger, not only must one disguise oneself as