At Zhao Yunhui's words, Gu Yi froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Princess, did I hear you wrong? Your formation may be impressive, but you think you can kill this old man with your level of power?"
Indeed, to Gu Yi, Zhao Yunhui's words were the greatest joke under heaven. If she had said she could trap him with this formation, he would have had no objections. But killing him was utterly impossible.
"I have no time to waste words on you. If you don't use your best move, you'll have to take your regrets to King Yama!"
"Princess, this old man is waiting. I don't need a sword to deal with you!" Gu Yi smiled with narrowed eyes, then raised the sword in his hand, preparing to plant it in the ground.
But just as Gu Yi was about to thrust the sword into the ground beside his feet, his expression suddenly changed drastically. He felt only a light breeze brush past him, and his eyes filled with horror. Yet that horror quickly vanished, for the light had gone out of his eyes.
With a thud, Gu Yi's legs buckled, and he fell to his knees. A sword wound appeared across his neck, and blood spurted wildly from it.
Zhao Yunhui, meanwhile, had appeared beside Legu. Astonishingly, the sword she held was none other than his own treasured blade.
Zhao Yunhui casually tossed the sword beside Legu's corpse, then shifted her feet and appeared beside Huang Xiao.
"Your Highness? Shall we hurry and leave?" Huang Xiao said hastily when he saw the princess approach. He knew the formation must have trapped Legu temporarily, but he had no idea how long it could hold him. Naturally, the sooner they left, the better.
"We're leaving now. Gu Yi is