The twin phoenixes that adorned Mo Yan's crown burst forth with a deafening cry. As they emerged, they unleashed sheer devastation....incinerating thousands in an instant. The skies blazed with flames, engulfed in a fiery storm, while below, Mo Yan had shed every trace of his former self.
Even he no longer recognized what he had become.....driven by wrath and vengeance. His calm yet merciless face marked the fall of a corpse with every breath. Each step he took dragged countless souls into death, like a tempest raging atop the surface of water, wreaking havoc without disturbing its stillness.
Mo Yan stood face-to-face with Wui Guan.
She was laughing.....laughing madly at his helpless fury.
Mo Yan swung his sword without hesitation, launching one ruthless strike after another. But Wui Guan kept laughing, matching each blow with eerie calm. Strangely, her entire guard...those who stood behind her....remained motionless, as though nothing was happening, as if oblivious to the storm raging before them.
Mo Yan's fury spiraled. Nothing existed for him now but the thought of ending her.
At last, Wui Guan spat her venom with a cruel sneer:
"How does it feel, Mo Yan…? Watching your own people die…? Do you understand now, what it's like when someone you love is killed for no reason?"
She burst into laughter again.
For hours, the two clashed with fierce intensity. But that, too, had been Wui Guan's trap.
Exhausted, Mo Yan barely sensed the masked assassins slipping in behind him.
Still, he fought.
But betrayal always strikes from the shadows.....such is the first rule of treachery.
Mo Yan's rage had consumed even his clarity. He couldn't see the snare closing around him.
A sword pierced through his back.....its tip jutting out of his stomach. It was drenched in one of the deadliest poisons known to the world.
Mo Yan dropped to his knees, blood pouring from his mouth.