The bleak autumn rain felt so cold on Chang'an Street.
Amid the hazy, murderous autumn rain, a rain-streaked sword pierced the curtain of water in an instant.
The rain pattered down. The Sword Qi was chillingly cold, driving straight ahead and piercing a man's throat in an instant.
The man had hidden in the shadows, his entire body pitch-black, almost merging with the darkness. With the curtain of rain concealing him as well, ordinary people could scarcely have detected him.
Yet this sword had locked onto him with precision, without the slightest hesitation or wavering.
Drip! Drip!
Blood flowed ceaselessly, mingling with the rain and seeping into the cracks, rushing through them with a splash. Before long, even the rainwater had turned red, looking all the more lurid and eerie.
"Wh... why?"
The dark figure murmured, staring incredulously at the figure before him, dressed in blue robes, his dark hair tied together and billowing freely in the misty rain.
His profile was so cold.
He stared fixedly at him, seeking only an answer. He wanted to know how the other man had detected him, and how he could strike so freely amid the rain without his whereabouts even being noticed.
Yet all of this was destined to remain unanswered.
Ye Qinghong remained as indifferent as ever. He did not even glance at him, much less answer his questions, simply letting him crash to the ground with a thud.
His body merged with the rainwater, left for the rain to submerge.
"One."
Ye Qinghong held his sword, his lips pressed tightly together, his cool eyes seeming to turn into a deep, cold pool.
Killing intent surged from his body.
That murderous intent was so dense, so overwhelming, that it almost mingled with the autumn rain.
Every raindrop carried Sword Qi and