The night wind was chillingly cold, and the stench of blood still lingered over the river.
Su Yu watched the treasure ship of the Cyan Wood Sword Sect cutting through the waves as it approached, his brow slightly furrowed.
But the movement of his hands didn't pause in the slightest. Forming a blade with his fingers, he didn't hesitate to deliver another strike to Xue Kuang's already crushed neck.
"CRACK!"
The light in Xue Kuang's eyes dissipated. He was thoroughly dead, without a single sound remaining.
Su Yu efficiently looted the corpse, pulling a white Storage Ring engraved with a whale pattern from Xue Kuang's thick fingers and tucking it away securely.
Then, with a swift kick, he sent the body flying into the deep, dark river water with a SPLASH, as if kicking away trash.
This series of decisive, murderous actions, and the subsequent destruction of the evidence, was witnessed in its entirety by Xu Hesui, who stood at the bow of the treasure ship.
