The sudden scene left everyone stunned. It was at this moment that Qiu Wucheng suddenly made his move. From the already tattered sleeve of his, a blood-red talisman emerged. The air suddenly became tense, and the blood-red talisman shot towards the direction from which the sound came.
The aura carried by the blood-red talisman made Lu Wujue and the others feel a tightness in their hearts. The Sword Saint now lacked the previous aura of looking down at the world, and even the Clear Wind Sword in his hand seemed tinged with panic. However, it was still too slow to draw the sword.
"Long Yan!"
The person who spoke was Long Yan himself, who watched with a heavy gaze at the talisman shooting towards him. It was feared to be one of Qiu Wucheng's signature skills, the Blood Curse Talisman. Even such a tiny talisman, not bigger than a palm, was enough to turn a grown man into pus.
"Kid, your death day has come."
