Autumn's chill brings desolation, the setting sun like blood.
Over Douye Lake the winds are bleak, on the green bamboo the blood is speckled dot by dot.
Chrysanthemum flowers are forlorn, no longer vivid; bamboo leaves rustle like the beating of drums...
When the autumn wind rises, bamboo leaves fall; that subtle sound, in Ouyang Hesong's ears resembles the drumming of warriors, the roaring torrents of the Fei River by the Xiaoyao Ferry!
The Qi Force collides wildly with the lifeblood that had poured into the fatal acupoint, causing the crown point on his head to collapse and the Qi Sea foundation to crumble.
Governor and conception vessels rupture one by one, Qi Force shoots out, his vitality withering away.
Ouyang Hesong's Thirteen Astonishing Swords technique had reached a state of perfection. He couldn't count the number of enemies who perished from a poke at their fatal acupoints. Now, he experienced what it felt like to be on the brink of death just like them.
