Jiang Lanruo halted her escape light, her expression grave.
Ahead, the Blood Tide had already evolved into a sea of blood stretching two thousand li in every direction, blotting out the sky and sun.
The blood sea churned, and a reeking wind rushed at her, as though heaven and earth themselves had been dyed crimson.
The man opposite her stood atop a wave, speeding toward her.
"Who exactly are you?" Jiang Lanruo asked in a deep voice.
"An old acquaintance who cannot forget your peerless beauty, Fellow Daoist. That you have forgotten me truly chills my heart. For nearly a thousand years, your figure has often lingered before my eyes." Song Wen's voice carried a trace of tenderness as he spouted utter nonsense.
Jiang Lanruo's beautiful eyes flew wide, seeming to shoot out two icy rays.
"Save your glib tongue. Die!"
Her flying sword shot forth again, slashing toward Song Wen.
Pfft!
Song Wen's head was sliced off by the flying sword, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
A li away, the Blood Tide surged, and Song Wen's figure slowly rose from the sea of blood.
"A thousand years of yearning day and night, only to receive such a heartless sword strike. Fellow Daoist Jiang, you are so utterly heartless." Song Wen, who merely sought to stall for time, continued his nonsensical babble, even wearing a grief-stricken expression.
Jiang Lanruo's pretty face grew increasingly frosty.
She gritted her silver teeth, her hands forming sword seals as swiftly as lightning.
The flying sword hovered high above her head. It suddenly trembled and let out a clear, ringing sword cry.
Silver light surged from its blade, like a silver moon hanging in the sky.
"Slash!"
Jiang Lanruo gave a soft cry, her voice cold as frost.
As her words fell, countless