In fact, he was very far away, behind the assassin, behind the gathered waterway magnates, even behind Qiu Qianshui's son, a full fifty feet away... yet he saw the young girl's calm eyes.
He saw himself in those eyes.
Amid the glossy light of rain and fire, a streak of silver-white and vermilion swept past the back of his neck, finishing the section that had not been severed.
His head rolled to the ground. The sword drifted back into the young fisherman's hand with a familiarity that seemed utterly natural. He landed, sword in hand, with only a broad, headless, bloodstained robe billowing in the wind before him.
He turned and looked over the others, still barefoot, in thin clothes, with coarse hair and the smell of fish about him. Even now, he had not spoken a word. Only the sword in his hand was stained with blood.
For a moment, Qiu Luo almost lost all sensation of pain in his abdomen. He stared blankly toward the bow, the words he had heard in the prison echoing endlessly through his mind.
Now he knew what this man had meant.
"I am Zhang Yide of Yan. Taking a great general's head amid an army of a million is as easy as reaching into a pouch."
Chapter 691: Chain of Traps
Qiu Qianshui sprang to his feet, his robe lifting a string of droplets, while the black-robed figure before him toppled straight down. Blood from the open neck soon spread over the deck, mingling with the rain.
Those tiger-like eyes fixed unwaveringly on Pei Ye. Pei Ye stood before him; at this distance, an explosive attack from a Profound Gate cultivator would be almost fatal, and he had no second Great Edict Usurpation.
But the youth made no attempt to conceal his