He didn't say a word, with eyes round and wide, without any defense, he stared as the Fourth Sword came piercing down overhead.
"Sizzle!"
The vicious sword, Fourth Sword, penetrated through the skull.
A stream of blood, like jade marrow, splattered out onto the street.
Dao Qiongcang's body straightened, shuddered twice, and then fell backward like a stiff corpse.
"Meow!"
Greedy the Cat Spirit shrunk under the broken wall with its fur bristling, claws clenched tightly, watching this bloody scene with great tension.
But after three breaths, the space cracked with a loud noise.
At Cross Corner Street, the sound of shattered mirrors exploded, and all the images fragmented, revealing the true reality.
Dao Qiongcang's knees slammed to the ground, looking up with wide eyes, resigning himself to fate.
Xu Xiaoshou's sword hovered over his forehead, the edge of the Fourth Sword had already pierced Dao Qiongcang's skin, yet the ultimate strike never descended.
"Ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
