"Sizzle!"
The rust-covered Qingyun Sword was pulled out by Ye Chenfeng.
A gaping bloody hole appeared on Luo Qibai's chest.
Luo Qibai, face devoid of color, felt the spiritual energy inside him rushing madly toward his heart, trying to keep the pierced heart from shattering. He turned around with difficulty, his eyes fixated on Ye Chenfeng, who was gripping the Qingyun Sword.
Blood dripped continuously from the tip of the Qingyun Sword in Ye Chenfeng's hand, falling to the ground.
Luo Qibai tightly clutched the bloody hole on his chest with his right hand, blood oozing incessantly through his fingers. His Adam's apple bobbed continuously as he swallowed again and again.
Just as he was about to speak, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
Ye Chenfeng returned the Qingyun Sword to his back and said placidly, "You lost!"
