Feeling no pain, Long Yan opened his eyes, only to see a thin figure shielding him. The once-clean blue garment was now covered with dried bloodstains.
Jian Wuchen barely exerted himself to end Ming Wu's life. For someone with such gifted sword techniques, this task was mere child's play. When Jian Wuchen entered the Netherworld, Ming Wu was already drunken beyond measure.
Looking at Ming Wu, sprawled drunk on the bed like mud, Jian Wuchen showed no trace of pity. With a single stroke, he severed Ming Wu's head and turned around to leave the Netherworld.
As he beheaded Ming Wu, a faint sense of satisfaction rose in Jian Wuchen's heart. At least in the Illusionary Realm, the maiden could now live peacefully, and for Jian Wuchen, that was more than enough.
