"Smack!"
The corpse hit the ground. Tan Fei was dead.
A group of Eagle Claw Sect disciples swiftly emerged from the wind and snow, knelt around the corpse, and wore expressions of grief and dejection.
Lian Youming watched it all, the vicious ferocity in his eyes gradually receding. At that moment, he seemed calmer than ever before. There was no joy at defeating his opponent, nor fear of the future, only an indescribable clarity.
He had never come here for victory.
He had come to affirm his heart, for his own path.
He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva into the frost and snow.
Lian Youming walked to the foot of the wall and picked up the token. It might have other uses. From what Tan Fei had said, those members of the Eight Banners Nobility seemed restless, and there were probably quite a few Martial Way experts among them.
"Surviving remnants. They deserve to die."
He murmured softly, nothing but a cruel sneer on his face.
Looks like some people weren't purged thoroughly enough.
"Then I'll do it."
Lian Youming tilted his head back and drew a deep breath, then exhaled. Scalding breath spilled from his mouth and nose like clouds of smoke. His heavy breathing roared, and his violently heaving chest gradually settled.
But as if he had sensed something, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the remaining Eagle Claw Sect disciples and the assortment of other sects. Meeting their looks of shock and anger, resentment, or fear and horror, Lian Youming said softly, "Tired of living?"
Birds of a feather. None of them are any good.
Just then, the Baji Sect members came over.
Though shocked by Lian Youming's vicious, brutal fighting, their eyes all shone with excitement.
Xie Ruomei ran over too. Looking anxious, she