Slaughter

A jolt of alarm seized Xia Lun's heart, as though a cold hand had suddenly gripped it. Countless sharp, tangled thoughts flooded his mind.

I haven't even gone looking for the Man in the Flesh, and she's come to me?

Wasn't she bad at fighting?

Is the final battle starting just like that?

This is my chance. I can't miss it!

His heartbeat surged, blood roaring through his veins. Amid the storm of tangled thoughts, Xia Lun instinctively followed Xuan Yan's gaze.

Stream Elder Bridge led straight to Blue-Brick Mountain Road. Countless gray-black dead trees lined both sides of the steep, winding Green Mountain Road.

Sparse moonlight fell across the ground. Between the green road, the gray trees, and the moonlight stood a woman in gauzy robes, a yellowed oil-paper umbrella resting against her shoulder. She looked like a pear blossom about to bloom.

A veil covered her face. She had a graceful figure and bewitching beauty, with a captivating beauty mark beside her lips.

Xia Lun's dark pupils contracted. The Man in the Flesh looked exactly like the cannibalistic woman he had seen in the temple's secret chamber!

She's the Man in the Flesh?!

But didn't I blow her head apart?

Can she revive too? Or can she create doubles? Is this just an illusion?

As Xia Lun's thoughts raced, the distant Man in the Flesh raised her hand and pointed. The tip of her umbrella aimed straight at Xuan Yan's face!

Click!

The Man in the Flesh might have acted decisively, but compared to Xia Lun, she was still too slow.

The instant the thought crossed his mind, Xia Lun's left hand blurred. In half a second, he drew his gun, aimed, and cocked the hammer.

Heightened excitement widened Xia Lun's pupils. To him, time itself seemed to