Yi Yun walked slowly towards Liu Ruyi. Each footstep sounded like the last beats of Liu Ruyi’s heart.
Xiao—
A Golden Crow's cry reverberated from within Yi Yun's body as the broken sword in his hand let out a bloodthirsty hum. The real and certain killing intent suffocated Liu Ruyi.
"Wait!" Liu Ruyi suddenly shouted, "Yi Yun, do we need to engage in a life-and-death battle? As a deputy palatial lord of the Seven Star Dao Palace, I have many last-ditch techniques. The only reason I hesitate to use them is that they result in me losing a great deal of my blood essence and hurt my core. I do not want to use them but if you force me to, I will definitely do it."
Yi Yun's expression did not change at all, nor did he slow down. He continued his slow approach.
