The middle aged man who said this revealed a bloodthirsty smile… To people like them who lived a life spoken with swords, killing people would undoubtedly bring about great satisfaction. He took out his longblade, and with a sinister laugh, he smashed towards the black clothed youth’s head with the back of his blade.
Clang!!
The black clothed youth who was lying on the ground looked as though he was already burnt out, but suddenly, somehow or somewhere, he managed to muster up strength, and was actually able to barely block with that extremely weathered blade of his. The middle aged man’s longblade was offset, smashed into the ground, and the black clothed youth’s broken blade escaped his hands due to the trembling.
“Yo!” The middle aged man laughed wildly. “Hahahaha, even though he’s in such a pitiful state, he actually still has the strength to resist. This great man here is being kind to send you on your way, but you actually don’t know how to appreciate my kindness. Heh, I really want to see, how you will survive under this sword of mine.”
After saying that, he instantly circulated thirty percent of his profound strength in his arm, and pierced towards the black clothed youth’s heart.
As the aura of death suddenly approached, the black clothed youth’s pupils shrank, and his body subconsciously moved. With a “poof” sound, the blade ruthlessly penetrated his right chest.
Very quickly, the fresh blood completely dyed his chest red. The black clothed youth’s entire body stiffened at that moment, and his eyes gradually began to blur… He could clearly smell the scent of death…
No…
I can’t die… I can’t die…
I have yet to kill Yun Che… I have yet to exact my revenge…
I can’t die… I can’t die…
“I can’t… die!!!!”
“GUAAAHH!!”
His eyes which were currently losing its sight suddenly emitted out a fierce light like that of an demonic wolf’s. Suddenly, unknown to which part of his body he was drawing his strength from, he actually stood up. Grabbing onto the middle aged man’s right hand which was holding the blade with one of his hands, he ruthlessly smashed onto the middle-aged man’s chest with his other hand…
“No one… should even think about… killing me!! Aaaaaah!!”
Puah!!!
This was initially a strike enough to kill him, and he was currently comfortably enjoying the process of this black clothed youth stepping into his death. However, he never expected that he would actually leap right up, and right after, he felt as though an aura that came from the resentment and hatred of purgatory had enveloped him, causing him to freeze for a moment. He was actually unable to move a single inch, and when he regained his senses, he was actually unable to feel the existence of his body any longer…
The middle aged man slowly lowered his head. Subsequently, his line of sight fell downwards. He saw the black clothed youth who was supposed to have died under his blade… His fist, and half of his arm, had completely disappeared into his chest…
“You… You…” The middle aged man widened his eyes, his eyeballs looked as though they were about to explode. After letting out the final sound of his life, he slowly fell backwards. After his body fell, that bloodstained arm was pulled out from his chest as well… On the chest of the middle aged man, a gigantic hole of blood was wildly splurging out fresh blood.
A cold wind blew, carrying the heavy scent of blood. The black-clothed youth was covered entirely in blood, his arm especially, looked as though it had been bathed in a pool of blood. His hair fluttered wildly admist the cold wind, concealing half of his demonic-looking face. His chest, which was stabbed by the longblade was still dripping with blood…