Meng Li's face was cast in iron and stone, his eyes burning crimson. He did not know how long he had waited in the void, how long he had held himself back. Only at this moment did he pour everything out upon the man before him!
His longsword pierced straight into the heart.
Time seemed to stop.
For the scene had frozen in midair.
The instant his sword tip pierced Black Robe's body, the young man froze completely in the air.
The Lord of the Mask slowly closed his hand around the blade before him. Behind his theatrical mask, a trace of ease finally appeared in those cold, silent eyes for the first time.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist." He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse with blood.
He had put his life on a fishhook and let it be toyed with, had allowed a group of Body Recasting and lineage-cultivating practitioners to force him into a genuine deathtrap, all for the man before him.
This was his third objective.
Pei Ye's and Wu Dong's hearts sank to the bottom of the abyss at the same time.
So he had never truly reached a dead end. He had simply saved his last strength for where he wanted to use it.
Now the horizon was pitch-black, without the slightest trace of snow-white cloud. Before Ming Qitian arrived, he could at least easily kill everyone except Pei Ye.
That eerie, cold mask swept lightly over them. A crushing suffocation seized Pei Ye's mouth and nose, and he immediately tightened his grip on his sword and looked around.
But the next moment, leaving only a soundless laugh, the man walked into the fluorescent glow with a slight stagger.
Pei Ye froze.
Then his tension abruptly loosened-to lure out this swordsman, the