John stared down at the now powerless Damon, his cold eyes burning with bloodlust.
"Your death will be a tribute to Russell," John said to Damon, who was clutching his abdomen in pain. Even now, Damon did not want to give up. His life was far too good to lose it like this. However, he quickly realized the futility of it all without his dantian.
Damon looked up to John, and a smirk appeared on his pained face.
"That friend of yours begg-"
Che!
John's hand slashed sideways, severing Damon's head from his body. John did not want to give him the luxury of having the last laugh before he died.
Damon's lifeless corpse collapsed to the ground. The Blood Emperor, one of the most gifted youths on the entire Yuan Continent, was dead. John collected Damon's corpse, and felt some anger wash away from his body. He was unable to save Russell, but at least he had avenged him.
