He closed his eyes, reached out, and took the Hwai Knife from Huai Shi's hand, drawing the sword from its sheath.
The snow-bright blade reflected a decayed face, gripped between his teeth, then, with both hands, he tore open his shirt, exposing his chest and abdomen.
Sat upright.
The sound of the blade piercing down was so deep, it made everyone's eyelids twitch furiously. Accompanied by the sound of a cross cut, viscous liquid flowed out.
"Come!"
Nanbu straightened his body, raised his head, and glared fiercely at Huai Shi.
Huai Shi remained indifferent, merely waving his hand.
Yuan Yuan, who was behind him, stepped out, drew out a heavy longsword, and as she stepped past, a flawless arc of light appeared in the air.
The overwhelming sound of the world turning spread from the sword's cry.
The solemn iron light severed the last of the ties.
Illuminated his clouded pupils.
The fleeting brilliance was so gorgeous, heart-stopping.
"Truly beautiful..."
