"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
"Slash slash slash!"
Kui Ying's figure flickered continuously like a phantom, with sword shadows flashing in rapid succession. Blood spattered from Qiu Ye's body, and terrifying sword marks covered him completely.
Qiu Ye was utterly powerless to retaliate.
Kui Ying did not deliver a killing blow, each strike calculated with precision.
Qiu Ye's injuries were severe, his breath weak, having completely lost combat ability.
"Qiu Ye, the final strike will send you off," Kui Ying sneered, his form turned into a white lightning bolt, the Supreme Holy Sword aimed at Qiu Ye's heart.
Qiu Ye had lost the ability to resist, unable to dodge Kui Ying's strike.
"Stop Kui Ying quickly!" Manchuan shouted suddenly despite his severe injuries.
Duan Muxi roared in fury, "Kui Ying, you dare!"
"Idiot!" Kui Ying cursed.
"Whoosh!"
