Deep in the dark dense forest, the dull sound of a blade piercing flesh suddenly broke the silence.
Elder Monkey's rapidly moving figure abruptly froze, every hair on his body standing on end, his eyes filled with an unmistakable fear.
Not far away, Lord Deer's head fell to the ground with a thud.
The scorching blood of Pure Yang soaked the soil, glinting dark red under the moonlight.
Qin An held a blood-dripping antler in his left hand, and in his right, the Cold Star Saber's edge lightly vibrated, blood droplets splattering: "Is that it?"
His tone was as calm as still water, yet the murderous intent it carried was cold as ice.
"One slash... killed Lord Deer?"
The folding fan in Elder Monkey's hand trembled, unable to believe the scene unfolding before him.
Lord Deer, endowed with Pure Yang bloodline, was a top expert even in the Pulse Condensation Realm, yet he couldn't withstand even half a move.
