The heads of countless Jinyi Guards were sliced off like ripe fruits, tracing bizarre arcs through the air before thudding heavily to the ground.
The headless corpses, like puppets deprived of strings, collapsed with a series of "thuds," raising clouds of dust.
Lian Jaben and Lian Jia Shu, the brothers, stared at Shi Feiyang with eyes full of despair, seeing the end of their fate.
Their bodies quickly withered under this formidable force, drained of all vitality.
They spat out their last mouthful of blood, which scattered in the air like withering petals, beautiful yet despairing.
Then, both fell backward to the ground, their bodies shriveled like monkeys dried by time, looking pitifully tragic.
At this moment, the Sword Casting Valley had turned into a human purgatory, the bloody scent permeating every inch of air, making one nauseous, as if this place were no longer the human world but a corner of hell.
