Fu Sha flicked his wrist and produced a Short Curved Knife. The knife was rather unusual: its cutting edge was actually on the back, seemingly to make gouging out hearts easier.
"A heart gouger? Hmph, let's see who gouges out whose heart!"
Qin Yelan answered coldly. Her figure moved again as she took the initiative to attack Fu Sha. Her sword tip darted out, every strike aimed precisely at his vital points, forcing him to retreat repeatedly to evade the relentless assault.
Fu Sha's expression shifted slightly, and a vicious glint flashed through his eyes. No longer holding back, he sent Spirit Power surging wildly through his body. His aura abruptly intensified, and the curved knife in his hand began to gleam with a cold, eerie light.
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"
"Throne, manifest!"
Fu Sha roared, and a middle-grade Throne immediately descended. The force of his aura instantly more than doubled.
He sprang into motion, his curved knife whistling with a chilling wind as a massive blade phantom slashed straight down at Qin Yelan's head.
If this blow landed, even Qin Yelan's Emperor Realm mid-stage strength would hardly be enough to withstand it.
Yet Qin Yelan seemed to have anticipated it. She turned lightly, like a dancing spirit of light, not only evading the fatal strike but also seizing the chance to close in at Fu Sha's side. Her sword, imbued with powerful light energy, thrust straight beneath his ribs.
"Radiant Glory Holy Spirit Art, Dim Moonlight!"
Fu Sha was alarmed and hurriedly drew his knife back to defend, but Qin Yelan's sword was too fast for him to block in time.
With a wet puncture, the sword pierced beneath Fu Sha's armpit and went straight through his heart.
"You!" Terror flashed in Fu