The Price

The Judgment of Crimson Blade: Burning Heaven was quieter than expected.

Zhou Sining brought down the black-and-red blade. A wave of sword energy flew out, becoming a three-meter-tall crescent of flame whose sharp edge tore through the ground as it raced toward Lu Nian.

Judging by appearances alone, the flaming crescent looked less formidable than a Fierce Fist.

Yet an invisible pressure pinned Lu Nian in place!

His snow-white wings had already spread, but he could not take flight. Even his legs had grown so heavy that he could not move a single step!

Lu Nian could clearly feel that the invisible pressure was targeting his body.

It was as though chains had bound him. No matter how he struck them with his magic, he could not budge them in the slightest.

He could only remain shackled where he stood and watch the cold, merciless crescent of flame hurtle toward him!

The flaming crescent did not look fierce, but it radiated something that chilled Lu Nian even more.

It was a power utterly free of impurity,

the power of absolute, sacred Judgment!

Lu Nian raised his head toward the man holding the black-and-red Tang Dao and suddenly met those cold, slit-pupiled eyes.

His pupils were gold and red, the warmest of colors, yet they held only the chill of someone who stood above all others and tolerated no defiance.

As the Lord of Flame, I pass Judgment upon you!

Zhou Sining's words exploded in Lu Nian's ears. At last, terror appeared on his twisted face.

When his gaze snapped back to the flaming crescent bearing down on him, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

Lu Nian was dead.

The flaming crescent's edge had split him down the middle.

The instant his body fell into two halves, interwoven white