It's too late now, and a price must be paid.
The fierce saber rises, then falls.
A seemingly plain strike, yet it embodies the True Intents of Destruction and Silent Extinction, cutting down fiercely.
In Yiyang Mountain's eyes, the cold glint of the saber was reflected, just like a hundred years ago on that rainy night—when he, too, looked down condescendingly upon a despairing youth.
As the blade pierced his body, at that instant of fate's reincarnation, he finally understood the indifference in the eyes of the young man in black.
That indifference was also mockery.
He was even more so when dealing with the weak.
Splurt!
The third strongest in the Yiyang Kingdom, Yiyang Mountain, this time couldn't even withstand for half a breath, as his body was split in half by the fierce saber.
Chu Ming gestured, and the few treasures left behind by the deceased Yiyang Mountain and Yiyang Scenery flew towards him.
