Blood sprayed through the air in a ghastly bloom.
Beneath the sunlight, that shocking scarlet appeared all the more bewitching.
Fan Kang's face was ashen, twisted with utter unwillingness and despair.
That sword had not only pierced his dantian, but also shredded his Nascent Soul.
At this moment, all his cultivation had been destroyed. He had become a cripple.
With a flash, Wang Qiuyue appeared before Fan Kang.
She extended a ferocious dragon claw, seized Fan Kang by the throat, and spoke coldly.
"I reported you in secret. Only Grand Elder An Yi knew of it. How did you find out?"
Fan Kang seemed to have lost all will to live. Faced with the immense strength in the dragon claw that could snap his neck, he showed no resistance or struggle. He merely stared blankly at the sky.
"Tang Feng told me. She is Grand Elder An Yi's personal attendant and accidentally overheard him mention it."
"Tang Feng?" Wang Qiuyue's gaze sharpened, her thoughts seeming to drift back to Southern Nether Province on the Eastern Profound Continent. "So it was her! Once I return to the Eastern Profound Continent, I will demand an explanation from her."
"The victor is king, the loser a bandit! I was inferior in skill. Having died at your hands, I have nothing to say. But I ask Elder Wang, for the sake of our years as fellow disciples, to grant me a swift death." Fan Kang wished only to die.
A cold gleam flashed in Wang Qiuyue's eyes, and her dragon claw abruptly tightened.
Just as Fan Kang's neck began to deform and hoarse gasps escaped his mouth, Wang Qiuyue suddenly stopped.
She turned toward Song Wen and saw—
He was gathering the droplets of Riverless Weak Water falling from the sky.
Wang Qiuyue rolled