Once Xu Yangyi got over his surprise, his gaze soon became even colder than ice. A vengeful fury raged hotly in his heart.

Zhao Ziqi had died because of her.

A debt of blood was to be paid in blood!

Upon seeing Xu Yangyi, Nalan Liusu opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something. Perhaps to save her, but ultimately nothing was said.

“Every sip, every peck, all is ordained by fate…” She watched Xu Yangyi wordlessly wave his hand, and Falling Moon shot forward as it screamed in the wind. Wreathed in soaring black flame, the guandao was clasped under his arm as his heart filled with anger. Like a terrible beast, he uttered not a word as he sprinted over to her.

She closed her eyes. “Every flower, every fruit… all is karma…” Her eyes shut. In her ears, all she heard was the rumble of footsteps carrying a soaring murderous aura and wrath that rushed her at full power!

This was a blade of freely vent emotions.

This was a blade of vengeance!

This was a blade that bore the weight of his Dao heart!

How others treat me is how I treat others! Even through ten million men will I advance!

This was Xu Yangyi’s Dao.

She could not dodge… but neither could she think of doing so.

“The Nalan Clan…” she spoke her final words, “will inevitably dismember...