The moonlight was as clear as water, pouring its silver brilliance onto the river, coating the flowing water with a layer of cold frost.
The gurgling sound of water echoed through the dark forest, making the night even more chilling.
The Mountain Patrol Silver General clasped Qin An's blade tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the effort, as if letting go would lead to eternal damnation.
Blood mixed with foam gushed from his throat, blocking all screams, leaving only broken gasps in the night wind.
"Rest in peace." Qin An's right palm struck like lightning, heavily hitting the opponent's chest.
The Mountain Patrol Silver General flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, his ten fingers sliced off at the roots by the Cold Star Saber, and after twitching a few times on the ground, he was silent.
