Tian Kong's body froze for a moment, his eyes widening in shock. A thin red line traced across his torso, and then *SCHLICK!* his body split cleanly in two.
His upper half slowly slid off the lower, and blood spilled like a waterfall as he collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud.
Ren Lei and Di Qiu skidded to a halt, and their breaths caught in their throats. Their eyes widened in horror as they took in the gruesome sight, the metallic scent of blood filling the air.
Neither could move. Neither could speak. The sheer brutality of the moment had rooted them in place.
Liu swung his sword to the side in a swift motion, sending a spray of blood splattering across the floor.
The red streaks painted the floor, marking the end of Tian Kong. Slowly, he turned to face the remaining two, with a piercing gaze locking onto them like a predator eyeing its prey.
A shadowed smirk crept onto his face, and a menacing glint could be seen in his eyes.
