He suddenly felt that, despite seeming to possess much, he would still die all the same.
Chen Yi suppressed this thought and, with all his strength, pushed with his left hand. The sword's edge pierced through Wu Chang Ying's throat at the moment his unstoppable force waned after his strike.
Wu Chang Ying's burly body collapsed to the ground.
The two heads pursuing him had both met their deaths.
Chen Yi wanted to gasp for breath but was shocked to find his throat clogged with blood. He pressed his acupoints to stop the bleeding, but the savage wound still remained.
The jade pendant engraved with the word "Yi" swayed.
The man struggled to sheath his long blade, propped himself up with one hand against a tree trunk and held his sword with the other, stumbling over the hillside. The moonlight revealed a trail of blood—beautiful like blooming flowers, beautiful yet surreal...
"I can't die."
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