The wind and rain ceased and did not restart. The air became even clearer. The water-decorated sashes and the flaming long hair all vanished as Pei Ye's sword attached itself to his arm and he descended onto the stage.
The fire burned away the blood seeping out from him. Pei Ye picked up the scabbard from the ground as Lu Yuque appeared beside him.
Han Xiuben stood at the building's roof, as stiff as a wooden sculpture. The originally agitated disciples of the Yijian Southern Sect were now all silent, the atmosphere as cold as ice.
Because indeed there were only a few breaths.
The exchange between the two was ever-changing from the start, skipping over the probing and standoff phases. Pei Ye indeed showed no mercy, and Duan Dansheng only delivered killing moves. Thunder and rain raged, leaving deep sword scars, but suddenly both withdrew, leaving only Duan Dansheng's fallen corpse.
