Yu Qingtan didn't speak, as the Weeping Blood Blade struck down again.
The Man in Red Robe was so scared that his soul nearly fled his body, but he was too weak to dodge anymore and could only watch as the forty-zhang-long blade fell towards him.
Then, the blade stopped above the Man in Red Robe's head, its sharp aura slicing off some of his hair.
The Man in Red Robe, having narrowly escaped death, took a deep breath and lay prostrate on the ground.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for showing mercy!"
Yu Qingtan remained silent, eyes fixed on the man, the Weeping Blood Blade still hovering above him.
This person was only an early Golden Core cultivator, apparently a recently ascended one, and didn't possess a Lifebound Magical Treasure.
"Fellow Daoist, Rule Three is fake. Those in red robes can communicate with each other, and even if one can't run away, one doesn't have to kill the other.
