Jian Xiao lay in a deep crater blasted out by lightning, dust filling the air, his clothes torn to shreds.
Most of the flesh on his body had been charred black; even his bones and organs were scorched.
Wei Gu burst through the billowing dust and landed beside Jian Xiao, looking down at him from above.
"Fellow Daoist Jian Xiao, do you have any last words?"
Jian Xiao was too gravely injured to move even a finger, much less speak. Only his bloodstained eyes shifted slightly as they fixed fiercely upon Wei Gu.
"It seems Fellow Daoist Jian Xiao can die without regrets. You have no last words, then."
A teasing smile curled Wei Gu's lips. Cold glints flashed from the fingertips of his skeletal right hand as he prepared to strike.
But the smile on his face suddenly froze.
Jian Xiao suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a dark blue talisman.
The talisman's surface was covered in cracks. It had clearly already been activated, erupting with a razor-sharp sword intent.
Wei Gu's pupils abruptly contracted, and he instantly retreated at high speed.
However, it was already too late.
The talisman shattered, and an azure blade no longer than three inches instantly condensed, shooting straight for Wei Gu's face.
Wei Gu spewed out a huge mass of scarlet blood, which surged through the air and gradually condensed into a shield a foot wide.
But the distance between them was simply too close. Before the blood shield could fully take shape, the blade had already plunged into the blood.
The blood trembled violently a few times before exploding apart.
The blade did not lose any momentum as it pierced Wei Gu's left eye.
Bang!
Wei Gu's head suddenly exploded.
A wisp of divine soul drifted out.
"Jian Xiao, how dare you destroy