"Run!"
Cao Jin trembled, utterly terrified. He didn't dare to face a Half-Spirit Weapon; before its sharp edge, his body was no different than paper mâché.
PSHH!
He had only just turned when he felt a cold sensation on his neck. A spray of blood filled his vision as it tumbled, and he saw a familiar headless body gushing blood like a fountain.
'My head's been cut off.'
He barely had time for that thought before his consciousness faded into darkness.
"Xu Yang, spare me! It's me, Yun Heng!"
In the blink of an eye, four of the five accomplices had been cut down. The last one, Yun Heng, was horrified, begging for mercy as he ran for his life.
He could already sense Xu Yang closing in on him like a clap of thunder, faster than he could run. A powerful aura surged behind him like a tidal wave.
"I know!"
The cold, emotionless voice rang out, followed by a sharp Blade Qi sweeping toward him.
BOOM!
