Thick blood gurgled from Cheng Yu's mouth as his gaze gradually lost focus.
In his last few seconds alive, he felt only that all the blood in his body was surging toward the wound piercing his neck.
"...Urgh..."
Sheng Nian exerted strength in his right hand, trying to pull the saber out of his neck.
But he found it somewhat awkward to apply force this way.
So he shifted his left foot slightly backward and planted his right foot on Cheng Yu's already frozen face.
He kicked hard.
Bang!!!
The Horizontal Saber came free.
A great quantity of blood burst from Cheng Yu's throat like an explosion.
"Devil cultivator attack!"
Only now did the surrounding disciples dazedly come to their senses.
Protective Spiritual Qi flared around them, and someone hastily fumbled to send a streak of spiritual light out of the courtyard and into the night sky.
That was the Six Sects disciples' signal for reinforcements.
Sheng Nian swept his saber sideways, surging Blood Qi throwing back the surrounding disciples.
"Consider yourselves lucky."
Had Cheng Yu been even slightly on guard, killing him would have taken some effort, and quite a few of those nearby might have had to die.
Sheng Nian's Qi and Blood surged, his presence savage and terrifying.
None of the nearby disciples truly had the heart to fight him.
All they were thinking about was how to stay alive until reinforcements arrived.
Yet their opponent showed no desire to linger in battle either.
With a sweep of saber light and a few leaps, his figure vanished into the night.
By the time Dai Rui arrived with a patrol squad, the blood that had flowed from Cheng Yu had already been washed away by the heavy rain.
The cultivators gathered in the courtyard, looking at that utterly