"Great Yin Upper Crescent, Rend!"
As the incantation rang out, chill as the night wind, the bright moon answered the spell. A haze of moonlight solidified beneath its words, becoming a crescent-shaped silver blade exactly like the moon overhead, and slashed toward Green Robe.
The sixth word of the Great Yin Spell: [Rend].
Green Robe was horrified. This moonlight came even more silently than sunlight, even more swiftly and urgently. It slashed down in an instant, leaving him no chance to dodge. His long halberd had only just swept the Yang Sword aside; he did not even have time to draw it back-the Daoist had opened with the Yang Sword merely to conceal this killing move!
"Release!"
At that critical instant, Green Robe roared. Dense red light abruptly erupted from his body, as though flames had enveloped him. Then a strange sight unfolded: beneath that scarlet firelight, copious blood poured from the seven openings in his face, as though someone had punched seven bloody holes through it! Blood instantly dyed his head red, then spread across his body. Soon, he had become a figure drenched entirely in blood.
That was not all. At first, the blood merely covered his body, but immediately afterward, his own blood seemed to devour him. His body lost its shape, turning into a mass of blood, bloody light surging throughout it. Nothing human remained visible beyond a rough outline.
This entire transformation took place in an instant.
Before the onlookers could understand what had happened, silver light flashed, and Green Robe-or rather, that mass of blood-was split in two.
"Ha! To think a grand master of Daoism would also excel at sneak attacks!"
Green Robe's voice rang out from those two masses of blood.
The two masses churned, then merged back into one. Red light