It is very clear who is right and who is wrong.
Lu Zheng's eyes gleamed, and with a flash, the Golden Palace Heart Sword struck forward, entering the sea of consciousness of the man in black, slicing his divine soul into two halves. Then, with a twist of sword qi, his soul was crushed.
The man in black instantly perished, his energy and blood dissipating, his hands went limp, and the silver flying sword was about to pierce his throat.
"Ding!"
A light sound was heard as the Red Jade Sword deflected the silver flying sword.
"Don't draw blood, it's difficult to clean up."
Xu Yihong glared with wide eyes, then felt his vision darken and collapsed.
...
The next day.
Xu Yihong sensed the dappled sunlight on his eyes and slowly opened them, only to find himself lying on a bed.
Blue bricks, white walls, a wooden bed frame, silk bedding, and the rising sandalwood incense.
