"Distracted?" Yao Qiu had no idea what was going on with the brat before him. When he had thrust his sword at him just now, the brat's reaction had seemed a little sluggish.
Still, that was a good thing for him. In his view, it was probably because the brat had exhausted too much internal power and his strength had declined.
"Die!" Yao Qiu flicked his sword, sending its tip straight toward Huang Xiao's throat.
Yet as he thrust, a cold gleam shot from Huang Xiao's eyes, striking dread into Yao Qiu's heart.
Yao Qiu's right hand, which held the sword aimed at Huang Xiao's throat, involuntarily trembled.
Just then, Yao Qiu saw a cold flash before him, followed by searing pain in his wrist.
"My hand!" Out of the corner of his eye, Yao Qiu saw that his sword-wielding right hand had been severed at the wrist. Blood sprayed wildly.
Before Yao Qiu could scream, another cold gleam slashed straight at his face.
Yao Qiu froze, as though he had fallen into a daze.
But only he knew that he had no way of evading that burst of Saber Force. It was too fast, too sharp.
Yao Qiu made no sound. Those two slashes had come in such a short span that he had no time to react, no time to utter anything.
A thin trace of blood appeared between Yao Qiu's eyebrows. Then it began spreading downward, along the center of his nose and farther down.
No... no... Yao Qiu discovered that he could no longer make a sound. His consciousness quickly blurred, then sank into darkness.
The light gradually faded from Yao Qiu's eyes. His body swayed, then split into two halves with a wet crash, his organs, intestines, and bloody fluids spilling all over the ground.