"Alright, kid. Since I have already told you this much, you can at least become a well-informed ghost after death. Now, depart in peace."
The blood-masked man was clearly extremely conceited, and he did not take Li Yun seriously at all. He curled his lip in disdain, and a blood-colored longsword appeared in his hand. In the next moment, he raised the sword and thrust it down through the air.
A streak of blood-colored Sword Qi tore across the sky, and overwhelming blood-qi spread in every direction. Within that sword strike, endless resentment seemed to churn like a sea of grudges, and countless shrill cries could vaguely be heard echoing from within it. The blood-red Sword Qi was not merely an attack. It contained dense Blood Intent that sought to corrupt the mind, invade the soul, and drag a cultivator's thoughts into madness.
However, Li Yun only sneered at the approaching blood-red Sword Qi.
He did not dodge.
He did not defend.
