Run Tu panted heavily, his whole body drained of strength, unable even to stand steadily.
His face had been stretched out of shape, his bones squeezed together like a flower in full bloom, slowly unfurling in the air.
He endured the excruciating pain as beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down one after another.
"I'm done for this time!"
But even if he died, he had to die with some dignity.
His only regret was that he had not seen Big Brother and Brother Ox once more before his death.
Run Tu gritted his teeth and propped himself up.
"Stop... stop fighting... calm down..."
Yan Shisan struggled up from the ground.
Something bore down on him. Before he could see what it was, before he had time to turn and dodge,
a heavy blow struck the tip of his nose. His vision went black, and searing pain assailed him again.
Run Tu sighed. It had not killed him. What a pity.
The Octopus Swordsman was covered in blood, trembling as though a layer of his skin had been peeled away.
"Pre... prepare to die..."
He approached Run Tu feebly.
"Humm-!!"
A flying sword hung high in the air, its Sword Qi seemingly sweeping through every inch of space within a hundred-zhang radius.
The sword's light left a wholly irregular trail through the void, yet it gave an unfathomably profound impression, as though this strike perfectly accorded with some irreversible law of heaven and earth.
The Octopus Swordsman abruptly raised his head, startled, as a mighty aura instantly swept across heaven and earth.
Run Tu stared wide-eyed, unable to react for a moment.
His only thought was, My life is over. The opponent's bonded sword!?
Very soon, he recognized it.
It was Big Brother's Fine Rain Flying Sword.
Run