The Moon God stared blankly at this scene, lost in thought for a long time.
Suddenly, a flash of cold light swept past, and a long sword that emanated chilling air was pressed against the tip of his nose.
Duan Yunfei said coldly, "Letting you die would be too easy for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Feihong Sword in his hand swiftly made a move, and only the sounds of one agonizing scream after another echoed in the dark night.
The Moon God was already drenched in his own blood.
The strong smell of blood wafted through the air, causing everyone who smelled it to furrow their brows.
Duan Yunfei sheathed his sword and said expressionlessly, "Throw him into Netherworld Valley to feed the wolves as well."
Chen Qi was dead, and even if the wild beasts devoured his corpse, he wouldn't feel any pain. But the Moon God was still alive; Duan Yunfei had merely severed his tendons, not killing him outright.
