He turned to gaze at Wan Miaoyin, his eyes unnervingly calm—like a pool of stagnant water. They were a stark contrast to the violent transformation his body was undergoing.
Wan Miaoyin's heart quivered.
She had only ever seen eyes like that once before, when her master took her to the Grand Celestial Palace as a child. They were the eyes of the Palace Master.
Her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something. But as she watched the Gilded Mace loom ever larger, she ultimately closed her eyes.
The Gilded Mace tore through the air, and the wind from its passage billowed her flowing Twelve-Broken Immortal Skirt.
THUD!
In that instant, brains splattered. The Divine Weapon completely obliterated Wan Miaoyin's head, reducing her to a headless corpse. Her body swayed for a moment before collapsing to the ground.
CLANG!
The Gilded Mace, slick with brains and bone fragments, rolled onto the ground.
Three breaths.
