In the eyes of the Starlight Master, the flames burned fiercely.
There was relief, pleasure, madness, but no fear at all.
Young Master Xing looked at his suddenly crazed, burning gaze, watched quietly for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly.
He said, "Respect!"
These two words he said with utmost sincerity.
In this life, he had never seen a person with such a hard backbone.
Swipe.
The long sword was drawn back.
The face of the Starlight Master was deathly pale, his chest and back had a transparent hole through which blood flowed profusely from both sides.
But he sat upright, with his back straight, looking at Young Master Xing, and surprisingly still managed a smile on his face, "Perhaps I should say goodbye to Young Master Xing and this mortal world..."
"No need to say goodbye."
Young Master Xing smiled faintly, letting the blood of the Starlight Master flow uncontrollably, and slowly used a white towel to wipe the blood off the sword.
