The sword, divided into black and white, pierced straight through his heart.
The Taboos were dumbstruck at the sight. None had expected that, after they killed Youxuan, one of their companions would suddenly strike and stab Bitter End in the back.
"You, you, you..." someone stammered. He wanted to rebuke the attacker, but could not force out a complete sentence.
The familiar ink-robed Taboo, whose name they could not quite recall, spoke with a grin. "What, you don't recognize me?"
As his words fell, everyone felt a thin veil of mist suddenly lift from their minds. When they looked at the ink-robed Taboo again, they no longer saw him as though gazing at flowers through fog.
They looked at the corpse on the ground, then at the man holding the sword. An inexplicable chill slowly crept into their hearts.
"Youxuan! It's Youxuan!!"
Someone cried out, their voice slightly distorted by fear.
The Taboos abruptly retreated as though facing a formidable enemy. In an instant, the space around Bitter End became an empty zone that none dared approach.
Chu Mo ignored the terrified Taboos. He released the sword's hilt and walked over to his own "corpse," studying it with a slightly grave gaze.
The corpse lay quietly on the ground, without the slightest wound anywhere on its body. Its expression was peaceful, as though it were merely asleep. In truth, however, its vitality had been utterly severed, and even its soul had completely dissolved.
"What a terrifying killing move. Fortunately, I came prepared," Chu Mo remarked.
The one who had gone to meet Bitter End earlier had merely been an other-self aspect.
Knowing how dangerous Bitter End was, Chu Mo would naturally never risk himself in person, even with the Yin-Yang Jade. After all, he still did not know just how