Speed like flowing light.
Pierced through Zhu Shouyi's chest.
Zhu Shouyi's eyes widened, and at the moment his heart was pierced, he seemed to see something. That thing stirred up a tempest within his heart!
Fang Yu hovered behind him.
Slightly closing his fingers.
The Dragon Roar Sword vanished.
Zhu Shouyi's eyes widened, his lips trembling.
His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Zhu Shouyi felt his life slipping away.
Flowing outward from his chest.
Blood like a stream, uncontrollable, kept disappearing.
"Great Elder!"
"Zhu Shouyi!"
"Father!"
The cultivators of Vermilion Bird Domain noticed something amiss with Zhu Shouyi.
Blood flowed from his chest, continuously falling from the sky, like raindrops.
The crimson blood matched the colors of the Shura Formation perfectly, and when the wind swept in, it scattered the blood.
Falling onto the cheeks of those cultivators who looked up to the sky.
Thinking it was rain.
