Qin Lingyu and Jun Xiaomo hastily picked up their swords to defend themselves. But as Ye Xiuwen’s hatred festered, his combat abilities only grew stronger and more aggressive. In contrast, Qin Lingyu and Jun Xiaomo had lost any modicum of advantage that they earlier had over Ye Xiuwen, and their attacks only grew weaker and feebler as time went by.
In just a few moments, Ye Xiuwen’s heart cut a deep gash across Qin Lingyu’s throat, and scarlet blood spurted and gurgled out from Qin Lingyu’s throat, spattering across the floor of the courtyard.
Qin Lingyu’s eyes widened in shock, as though he had never expected to die in such a clean and concise manner.
At the same time, outside of Ye Xiuwen’s illusion, a fairly large red flower slowly withered up. Another similarly large flower stood just beside that withered red flower, and this flower looked almost listless right now.
“Martial brother Ye! I’m your younger martial sister! Do you want to kill me as well?!” Jun Xiaomo’s body...