Xiao Yan slowly withdrew his right fist, revealing the ghastly, bloody hole he had punched through Yun Le's chest.
Warm blood flowed ceaselessly from the wound like water gushing from a spring.
"You... you..."
Yun Le opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
He had never imagined that Xiao Yan would actually dare to attack him.
Nor had he expected to be utterly powerless against Xiao Yan's strength. In the blink of an eye, he felt his life rapidly slipping away.
Yun Le raised his hand and desperately reached forward, seemingly trying to seize Xiao Yan.
Yet in Yun Le's eyes, Xiao Yan's figure gradually blurred, as though a veil of mist stood between them, making him impossible to see clearly.
"Get lost."
Watching Yun Le's outstretched hand, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his eyes full of disgust, and gave a cold snort.
Then he raised his foot and mercilessly kicked Yun Le straight in the stomach.
Bang...
Dou Qi instantly gathered and surged into Yun Le's body, erupting in a succession of explosions within him.
Yun Le's eyes widened, pain spreading across his face as he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Then, seemingly stripped of every last ounce of strength holding him up, Yun Le collapsed to the ground with a thud and gradually stopped breathing.
Yun Le's eyes stared at the sky, drained of all color, though that trace of horror still remained.
Faintly, there seemed to be a hint of regret as well.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world. Having met such an end, Yun Le had only himself to blame.
"The Misty Cloud Sect really is crawling with scum. No wonder it raised someone as arrogant as Nalan Yanran, who thinks everyone beneath