The bright red blood shimmered ominously in the sunlight, staining the surrounding ground a deep crimson.
Dugu yan wore a look of terror, his face pale as paper, wrinkles suddenly multiplying, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
He let out a scream of horror, his fighting spirit gone, hastily fleeing the scene.
As he sped away, he grabbed Zhong Renwang, like a panic-stricken bird, quickly disappearing into the distance.
Floating in the air, Dugu yan's heart was filled with regret and lamentation: "I harmed myself to seek improvement, exhausting decades of profound inner strength, and practiced that elusive 'Swordsmanship for Evading Evil', yet I still can't defeat Shi Feiyang. It truly is lamentable! Is my life's reputation as Dugu yan to be destroyed at this moment?"
The air was filled with an increasingly intense smell of blood.
Zhong Renwang was hurriedly taken away by Dugu yan, feeling both ashamed and angry, the hatred burning in his chest like a raging fire.
