Still-warm fresh blood trickled down the chillingly sharp Sword Blade, dripping onto the ground.
Song Qingxing closed in on the figure step by step, placing his bloodstained sword against her long, slender neck. The slightest pressure was all it would take to end her life.
"Quickly, kill her! Kill her! Sever all these burdens, achieve Ascension, and enjoy eternal life!" The voice in his mind grew more and more frenzied, assailing Song Qingxing in relentless waves.
Song Qingxing's eyes glinted scarlet, veins bulged on his forehead, and he snorted heavy breaths. Yet, a look of struggle once again surfaced on his face.
In that instant, it was as if another Divine Soul had appeared within him, fighting for control of his body.
"Quickly, do it!"
The voice in his mind grew ever more urgent and frenzied...
