Fate Yet Undecided

"The eighth breath."

Situ Qingfeng knelt on one knee. His beast claws had returned to normal, and his golden wings were badly tattered.

More than thirty corpses lay before him, but he too was at the end of his rope. A bone-deep wound across his chest gushed blood.

The three sword-wielding martial artists exchanged glances and thrust at his vital points simultaneously!

"Looks like... this is as far as I go."

Situ Qingfeng gave a bitter smile and closed his eyes.

"North Star Immortal Slaying Sword—rise!"

A clear shout rang out like an explosion.

The three martial artists saw golden light blaze before their eyes. The next instant, their heads flew high into the air, savage expressions still frozen on their faces.

Situ Qingfeng's eyes widened, and his throat bobbed.

"Brother Gu, you..."

His words cut off abruptly. Gu Sheng's right sleeve had long since burned away, leaving his entire arm a bloody mess with white bone exposed. Dozens of qi swords dissipated at once. Gu Sheng staggered back several steps and collapsed heavily onto the ground, his face pale.

"Cough, cough."

Gu Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood and supported himself with his left hand, barely maintaining a seated posture.

"Brother Situ, give me a hand."

Situ Qingfeng was about to step forward when his expression suddenly changed.

"Watch out!"

A blue-clad figure slowly approached from the edge of the plaza. It was Shen Qingyun, who had quietly withdrawn earlier.

He clapped his hands, a mocking smile on his face.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful.

Gu Sheng, I never expected you to have such a trump card."

Gu Sheng looked up, tugging his lips into a weak smile.

"Young Master Shen certainly ran quickly."

"Hmph!"

Shen Qingyun stopped ten paces away and looked down at Gu Sheng.

"What a pity.