"You talk of peace," Yun Lintian continued, "but all you've done is perpetuate suffering. You corrupted my friends. You tortured their souls. Where's the peace in that?"
The Ghost Knight remained silent for a long moment. Then—
"Fine." He raised his hands, and the death energy around him condensed into a swirling vortex. "If words won't convince you, then let's end this the old-fashioned way."
The corrupted forms of Long Qingxuan and the others suddenly convulsed, the purification process halting as fresh death energy poured into them.
Yun Lintian's eyes narrowed.
The Ghost Knight smirked beneath his mask. "What's wrong? Thought you won?"
Yun Lintian didn't respond. Instead, he raised the Heaven Sunderer again—but this time, the blade shone with both golden light and inky darkness. Creation and Destruction, perfectly balanced.
The Ghost Knight hesitated. "You wouldn't—"
Yun Lintian struck.
Not at the Ghost Knight.
Not at his friends.
