The butcher's blade came down.
Life and death hung by a thread.
On the branch above.
The young man in azure brought two fingers together and gently swept them downward.
An immortal sword transformed into a streak of light, darting across the battlefield.
The light sliced through the air.
Pure Killing Sword Intent descended.
The assassin raising his blade suddenly contracted his pupils, the savage grin on his face freezing.
A trace of chill touched his neck.
Then, the world spun.
As his vision tumbled, the assassin saw his own headless body still holding its blade aloft.
He was not the only one.
The other two assassins who had been preparing to block the escape route likewise froze in place.
Several Soul Elder-level assassins did not even have time to scream.
In an instant, their heads were separated from their bodies.
The streak of light circled through the air, letting out a clear sword cry before sinking back into the young man in azure.
The sword remained unstained by blood.
Zhu Zhuqing abruptly opened her eyes.
The three elite dead soldiers of the Star Luo Empire before her had all become headless corpses on the ground.
The danger was gone.
Her taut nerves suddenly relaxed.
Zhu Zhuqing collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath as she looked toward where the azure light had vanished.
A figure descended from the branch of an ancient tree.
Short hair, azure robes.
His hands clasped behind his back.
His feet lightly touched the fallen leaves as he drifted down like an exiled immortal.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the youth before her, who seemed like an exiled immortal.
Her mind was filled with that breathtaking streak of light from moments ago.
He had instantly killed three Soul Elders.
No Soul Rings had flashed.
He had