Ningyan slapped a hand against his chest, forcing himself through the pain as he rose slowly to his feet.
His eyes burned with blue flames.
Across from him, Mu Yi stared in shock.
His lips parted slightly as he felt the pressure radiating from Ningyan's body.
It felt ancient… colder. And the look Ningyan gave him was pure murder.
Mu Yi tried to steady himself, tightening his grip on his sword.
But Ningyan's presence crushed down on the area like a storm. Waves of power rolled across the lower district of Water City, even spilling faintly into the upper district.
Then, Ningyan vanished.
In the next instant he appeared directly in front of Mu Yi.
So close that Mu Yi's eyes widened in shock.
For a moment he froze. "You… are you a divine—"
He never finished.
Ningyan had already snatched the sword from his hand without him noticing.
The blade plunged straight into Mu Yi's chest. Right through his heart.
