The long sword pierced through An Jiubian's chest with an unmatched force, bringing forth a spray of blood.
The blood blossoms, like blooming red lotuses, scattered in all directions.
Just moments before, An Jiubian, who had been imposing and proudly dominating, now resembled a sparrow precisely hit by a slingshot, dropping listlessly from the sky and hitting the ground with a thud.
An Jiubian's body convulsed briefly, and the initial pride and disdain in his eyes were replaced by the shadows of death, leaving only a pair of eyes filled with shock and reluctance.
Being one of the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect, though he had not reached the topmost level of cultivation, he had just touched the threshold of Sanctum Ascension and was definitely recognized as a master within the sect.
Unexpectedly, he was killed instantly, not even having a chance to show his prowess before he perished.
The long sword hovered in midair, gently held by a hand.
