Under the Drunken Man Pavilion.
The storm rages, a rain of blood.
The Blood Soul Emperor lowered his head, glanced at the emerald sword thrust into his heart, and his eyes lost their luster.
He truly hadn't expected that a blind boy, a mere youth, would actually manage, with the Nine Provinces King's sword, to kill him in the state of having only remnants of his body.
The surging spiritual power from Silvio Reed's body didn't manage to kill the boy.
But everything was already too late.
The Blood Soul Emperor, along with Silvio Reed's body, turned into nothingness.
Carried away by the wind, completely vanished.
"Thank you."
Julius Reed, holding the sword, glanced at the golden cicada not far away.
"This sword, returning to you. Our grievances, settled." He raised the emerald sword in hand, slowly handed it to the golden cicada.
