Blade stood with his back to the vengeful ghost, the tension so thick it needed no words—the atmosphere was already at a fever pitch.
The intensity spread rapidly among overseas viewers through bullet comments.
Suddenly, the video's pacing accelerated sharply.
The background music built up relentlessly, the fiery melody rising higher and higher.
The visuals matched the breakneck rhythm, cutting the content into "fragmented" pieces, interspersed with stark, clashing colors—screens flooded with red, screens flooded with green.
And then, the reappearance of calligraphy:
"Wanted"!
"Dead or Alive"!
Interspersed were images of candles and red spider lilies.
The camera then followed the perspective of the Cloud Knight specter as it pursued Blade.
A close-up of Blade's left side filled the screen.
The movement slowed from fast to gradual—just as the specter's hand was about to touch Blade, the visuals synced with the music, flashing white in a buildup of tension.
Brief glimpses of Blade's eyes and hands flickered across the screen.
Then—
A surge of crimson engulfed the screen, a sharper red light slashing through like a blade.
The frame now held only Blade.
As for the "Cloud Knight"?
Like a candle flickering in the wind before Blade, it had been utterly annihilated.
"My Sword—"
Blade spoke for the first time—steady, emotionless, yet the killing intent bled through the screen.
"—will be the last thing you see."
A signature miHoYo smooth transition:
Blade reversed his grip on the sword, his back to the camera, red silks fluttering behind him like dancing flames.
In this moment, Blade was a blooming red spider lily.
On the left side of the screen, bold white text spelled out his name—"BLADE"!
On the right: "8.13 BILLION!"
He was a Stellaron Hunter, a fugitive whose terror was beyond measure.
This explosive moment, paired with the rhythmic beats of traditional Chinese music, sent the bullet comments into their first frenzy.
[Sugoi, sugoi! This transition, this level of craftsmanship—it's too powerful!]
[8.13 billion? Is this Blade's true strength?]
[The BGM is killing it—I've fallen in love with this damn melody. There's so much story in it.]
[Is this Chinese cultural influence? My god! I'm in awe!]
[The BGM, Blade, and the visuals are a perfect match.]
[I thought when the phantom appeared, there'd be a fight scene—but no, he just one-shot it, then smoothly transitioned to his terrifying bounty. And it doesn't feel abrupt at all!]
[Hiss… I admit, this part is seriously cool, seumnida. The actor's performance is a huge plus—this guy's presence is on another level, seumnida.]
——
The screen briefly darkened before light gradually returned.
Blade walked toward an archway steeped in Chinese horror aesthetics.
The camera lingered on flickering candle flames before dissolving into a frontal close-up of Blade.
Sunlight finally appeared in the video, diluting the eerie, sinister atmosphere from before.
Viewers marveled: "Is this crossing from hell into the human world?"
But was it really?
They were quickly proven wrong.
Just as they let their guard down at the sight of sunlight—
In less than a second, Blade lunged forward, instantly appearing behind a Cloud Knight.
A horizontal slash pierced through the soldier, blood spraying in the shape of a blooming red spider lily.
The scene cut to a candle being snuffed out.
Blade's voice echoed again:
"The declare me guilty—yet their sin is greater?"
Another slash.
The candle extinguished—a life snuffed out.
Two Cloud Knights, no chance of survival.
A drop of blood rolled down the blade, blooming into a crimson spider lily.
The camera swiftly panned left as Blade flashed behind a third Cloud Knight.
The screen was first shrouded in ink-like miasma—
Then, Blade swung his sword, seamlessly transitioning scenes.
On-screen, Blade flashed a "healthy" smile.
[AHHHHHHH—]
[Let me lick him! Let me lick him! I need to screenshot this—my husband is too handsome!]
[My love, my love! That smile is lethally charming—I'm obsessed! I can't help myself!]
[Why does Blade's PV have such insane impact? It's way too brilliant.]
[I think it's the stylistic elements—everything here is authentically Chinese. For us in Japan, we've seen traces of this style before, but after cultural evolution, seeing it in its pure form feels both familiar and fresh.]
[Bro above, you nailed it! That's exactly the feeling—familiar yet new.]
——
The scene didn't stop. Blade's assault continued.
His expression was calm, but his blade hovered over his own wrist.
Though the full motion was obscured, viewers understood—
He was cutting himself. No wonder his left hand was wrapped in bandages.
The sheer eeriness of the moment sent chills down spines.
Blade closed his eyes, sheathing his sword.
Then, he tilted his head slightly—the camera capturing a flawless close-up.
A face worthy of legend.
At this moment, female viewers could no longer suppress their excitement.
[One kiss—just one kiss!]
[Slurp, slurp—I've already started licking!]
[No need to hide your desires anymore—type out everything you want to do to Blade in the comments!]
[Lick him! Lick him hard!]
[Slow, sensual licking!]
[Husband Blade, I love you too much!]
——
The scene shifted again. Blade now stood in what seemed like an endless cycle of hell.
The entire screen rotated clockwise—
Finally, the "hellscape" condensed onto the edge of his blade.
It gave the impression that "wherever he walks becomes hell."
"They've fallen too far—for their lofty Xianzhou ships?"
With that same "healthy" smile, Blade approached a fallen Cloud Knight.
He raised his sword, ready to swing—another life about to end.
Behind him, darkness and blood-red hues dominated the frame.
The low-angle shot immersed viewers in the soldier's perspective—
To him, Blade must have seemed like a crimson-eyed demon from hell.
"Swish—" The screen went black, leaving only the sound of a slash.
When the screen brightened again, the camera spun 180 degrees, inducing vertigo.
Blade held his forehead—lost in memories.
Yet viewers could tell: This Blade was in a state of chaos.
Another 180-degree turn—a white-haired man appeared on screen.
A close-up of his face confirmed it was still Blade—
But with different hair color and tightly shut eyes.
Then—
A hard cut to a new character.
Everything but this figure was consumed by miasma.
The camera panned up—long hair cascading down his back.
Then, he turned his head slightly, shocking many—
Because this man had Dan Heng's face, complete with draconic horns.
The comments exploded again.
[Who is this?!]
[That's the Astral Express's Dan Heng! He's part of the main crew!]
[Why does he look like this? I don't remember him having long hair or horns!]
[No idea! Guess we'll have to wait for Season 3 for answers!]
——
Blade's eyes snapped open. For the first time in the PV, his stoic expression cracked—disbelief.
As his gaze lowered, the camera revealed a spear impaling his chest.
Then—a painfully familiar face.
The spear was Cloud-Piercer.
The one wielding it—Dan Heng.
A gust of wind blew out the candles, plunging the screen into darkness.
It felt like the final curtain call—
As if Blade had no chance left.
The tragedy had been set.
Now, the true climax began.
A brief flash of red light—
And then—
The suona sounds, ten thousand taels of gold!
"Hahaha—hahaha—HAHAHAHA!"