Zhao Douan flicked his wrist, and the string of blood droplets on the Chasing Saber fell to the ground, melting through the white snow.
The piercing cold wind blew into the gray alleyway. Bai Ying's headless corpse still maintained a defensive posture. With a gust of wind, it toppled over with a "thud."
Scalding blood gushed from the neck, staining the ground red.
Zhao Douan sheathed his saber, and the Divine shadow in his eyes slowly faded away. He turned around and walked toward Ning Xianzong, who was leaning against the wall.
"You..." Ning Xianzong's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold.
Due to his perspective, he hadn't seen the Dragon Girl appear, or perhaps at his level of cultivation, even if he had seen her, he couldn't comprehend it.
All he saw was Zhao Douan's back as he walked over and decapitated Bai Ying with ease, as if slicing vegetables.
