Jing Lingzhen’s death was arguably the result of complacency.

He was caught off guard and suppressed, leaving him unable to turn things around. He didn’t even have time for regret.

When he saw his ally's head roll across the floor, Yan Jingyun couldn’t help but recall the way Jing Lingzhen had threatened Su Yi.

“If you dare cross this line, I’ll take your head!”

Now, his threat seemed like an enormous joke. Jing Lingzhen’s threats had been turned on him instead…

“Bastard!!” 

Jing Lingzhen’s death made the man in blood-colored clothes explode in fury. His sleeves billowed around him as he swung at Su Yi from afar.

Boom!

The palm imprint looked as if it were condensed of fresh blood. It was bright red, imposing, and it emanated vicious majesty.

Su Yi made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he swung his sword and clashed with it head-on.

Clang!

Celestial Blue hummed like the tide, its rusted blade shining with icy clear radiance. Its sharp glint stung the eyes, and its cold glow illuminated the landscape.

A grand battle broke out. 

Su Yi’s aura changed, becoming free and unrestrained, with a peerless bearing, like a banished immortal of the sword. With every movement, sword qi swept through the air, piercing heaven and earth.

Rumble! Boom!

The entire stretch of heaven and...