Long ago, during biology class, Cui Jiuyang had secretly slipped a copy of Gu Long's novel The Third Young Master's Sword beneath his biology textbook.
Then today's scene ought to be called...
"Great-Grandfather's Sword"
Chapter 335: Faith
Cui Jiuyang collapsed heavily onto the blood-soaked ground.
His dantian was as empty as a dried-up well scraped clean, and not even a trace of spiritual power remained in his meridians.
The Soul Sword had drained every last drop of his spiritual power.
Thick blood gushed from the Asura General's bisected body, gathering in small pools in the hollows of the ground.
Following the pits and gullies, the blood wound its way outward.
Before long, it had woven several gently flowing crimson streams across the dark brown earth.
Overhead, countless scarlet eyes still glared down from the pitch-black canopy, like rubies embedded in the night.
Beneath him, the crimson streams carved the ground into fragments, each steeped in the pungent stench of blood.
Surrounded by the red between heaven and earth, Cui Jiuyang's hands trembled slightly against the ground.
A thought suddenly crossed his mind: he had not smoked in a long time.
"I could really use a post-coital cigarette~~~" He tilted his head back, his voice weak with exhaustion.
The Soul Sword hovering in midair seemed quite satisfied with the bloody aftermath before it.
It slowly circled the Asura General's remains, its blade humming softly as it sliced through the air, then settled before Cui Jiuyang again.
Cui Jiuyang could not explain it. It was plainly just a sword without any facial features, yet he sensed a hint of scrutiny from its cold tip.
Then the Soul Sword dipped its tip toward him, as though greeting him, before turning into a streak of cold light and shooting straight into the sky with