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Lu Chenfeng forcibly suppressed his roiling qi-blood and tried to counterattack, but Chen Hanxin had already raised the Seven Kill Sword again.
Her Sixth Soul Ring blazed. The sword tip swiftly traced an arc of profound complexity. "Sixth Soul Skill · Late Bright Moon · Yin Splendor's Fall!"
A razor-sharp wheel of sword qi broke free of the blade, spinning at tremendous speed as it sliced through the frozen air with a piercing hum. In an instant, it reached Lu Chenfeng.
The protective soul light he had mustered with the last of his strength vanished without a sound. The spinning wheel of sword qi swept mercilessly through his waist.
Lu Chenfeng froze. His upper body slowly slid off along the smooth cut, disbelief and horror still lingering in his eyes.
Seeing Lu Chenfeng die, Yan Banqing's eyes turned bloodshot. Fear overwhelmed his reason.
He roared, blood mist surging around him. Ignoring his injuries and the agony of his tearing organs, he forcibly activated his family's secret art, Netherworld Blood Explosion.
A thick stench of blood exploded outward with his rampaging soul power, forcing a sliver of an opening in the domain. The price was countless fine lines of blood bursting across his body. He became a wretched blood shadow and shot out of the Moonlight Domain, vanishing into the distant darkness in an instant.
Forcing the technique while so gravely injured would leave him crippled, if it did not kill him.
The silvery-white halo slowly faded. Chen Hanxin stood where she was.
Exhaustion and the emptiness of depleted soul power engulfed her like a tide. The Seven Kill Sword slipped from her hand and planted itself in the ground, supporting her swaying body.
She sank