"How... could it be..."
This was his final blurred thought before his consciousness was completely obliterated.
This fragment of spiritual imprint couldn't even leave a complete last word, shattering completely like a bubble beneath that sword, dissipating into nothingness.
In the alley, Gu Sheng's figure had quietly stood at some unknown time.
In his hand was an anciently designed Longsword, exuding a faint Emperor's pressure — the Southern Emperor Sword. The blade was pristine and clear, unstained by any impurity, as if the swift, shadowy strike that eradicated the spiritual imprint hadn't come from it.
Gu Sheng's expression was emotionless as he flipped his wrist, and the Southern Emperor Sword vanished silently from his hand.
He didn't even glance at the spot where the spiritual imprint had dissipated, as if he had merely crushed a noisy fly.
His form moved again, as if via instant teleportation, returning to the blood-drenched front courtyard of the Gu Family Mansion.
