With a hum, the seawater warped. Threads of blood instantly became writhing buds of flesh, which rapidly transformed into a splayed hand that clawed forward!
Water sprayed everywhere. Amid the shattered white foam, Xia Lun abruptly flashed into view, slashing his Short Sword at the seemingly empty space ahead!
Bang!
A burst of blood suddenly erupted at the tip of the blade. As the water rippled, Ailot appeared, a savage line of blood now marking her neck.
Fine beads of blood and bubbles surged from the wound. Before she could even register her shock, her head spun away behind her, landing not far in front of the Golden Gate.
Beheaded with a single slash!
Thud.
Ailot's headless corpse slumped limply before the Golden Gate. The towering, heavy doors remained utterly still, while countless sharp, pink mirage crystals rapidly sprouted from her neck.
Xia Lun's gaze flickered. He glanced at the information panel. She had dropped no memory points, so he immediately strode over to the headless corpse, lowered his wrist, and clamped his palm onto her severed head. The next instant, between his fingers erupted
a great mass of black flame!
Playing dead in front of him was useless. He could send Final Ash along an "echo" to burn someone directly!
This move had little effect against a High-Rank Secret Art Scholar capable of fighting back. It could even expose his presence and bring the fire back down on him. But Ailot was clearly no High-Rank Secret Art Scholar like Proud Sun. Against an "echo"-type attack, she had no means of resistance whatsoever. This was divine punishment in the most literal sense!
Boom! Yet the next instant, the entire mirage crystal ore vein caught fire!
Amid an unending chorus of cracks, countless crystals shattered. Tens of thousands of black flames