Her face was stained with the blood of both the enemy and herself, but her eyes remained eerily calm, as if the earth-shattering, brutal massacre that had just occurred was nothing more than a trivial matter.
She looked at Larsen, who had clearly ascended through burning his life force, and at the blindingly bright red longsword.
Without parrying or dodging, a cold smile slowly curved his lips.
She simply and casually raised the long sword in her right hand.
There was no lightning, no dazzling blade light on the blade. Only a pure, unadulterated sharpness, the culmination of countless hours of honed killing skills…!
Just as Larsen's blood-red sword was about to touch his chest—
Xiao Jin's knife moved.
A blade of light, so fast it was beyond the limits of visual perception and almost as thin as a line, flashed by in an instant! Because it contained the ultimate spatial power, the surrounding space couldn't help but subtly distort and tremble.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Larsen's forward-rushing figure suddenly froze on the spot.
The raging anger burning on his face froze instantly, then was replaced by an extreme sense of bewilderment and emptiness.
The blood-red longsword in his hand extinguished silently, like a bubble that had been popped.
Click.
A soft sound.
Larsen's longsword broke in two, the tip falling to the ground with a clatter, like a silent mockery.
Immediately afterwards, a thin line of blood started from Larsen's brow and spread straight down, passing through his nose, lips, chin, throat, chest... all the way to his lower abdomen.
"Pfft—!"
The bloodline suddenly exploded!
Larsen's body, as if cut by the most precise laser, was neatly and smoothly divided into two symmetrical pieces along that line of blood!
Large amounts of blood and shattered internal organs poured out like a flood bursting its banks, splashing onto the scorched ground with a gurgling sound.
Two mangled bodies, with expressions of disbelief on their faces, slowly fell to the left and right.
The battlefield was deathly silent.
The wind swept by, carrying an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh.
Xiao Jin stood amidst the ravaged remains and scorched earth, slowly lowering the long sword in his hand. The blood dripping from the blade bloomed into a small, dark red flower on the blackened ground.
The wound under my ribs has stopped bleeding and scabbed over thanks to the subsequent treatment from the red pills, and the wound on my back is also healing with a tingling, itchy sensation.
She was slightly out of breath, her cold gaze sweeping around her, only to be met with countless evasive stares.
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