The Rustic Longsword pierced through the eye socket, stabbing out from the back of the skull. The crimson blood had not yet slid from the tip of the blade before it was devoured by the Red Lotus Karma Fire.
The ferocious expression on the white-browed elder's face instantly became stiff and rigid. The brilliance in his eyes quickly faded, as if he had fallen into some kind of confusion.
The Red Lotus Karma Fire continued to burn—although it was mere inches away, it emitted no perceivable heat. Even as its host lay dead, the fire did not diminish but instead flared up further, spreading along the blade like a snake.
Li Ang released the hilt of the sword, casually unleashing Fragment Scatter to send the white-browed elder's corpse flying. He landed lightly on the ground using the recoil, shaking his black cloak elegantly and with flair.
If only this face of Xi Menzi were a few degrees more handsome, it would surely capture countless hearts.
"Young Master! Calm down!"
