Tang Fei instantly understood Shen Xinglan's intention.
This sword was a farewell gift for him.
He was bidding him goodbye.
It's laughable, really.
They are fellow disciples, rivals, and lifelong enemies...
In the end, it has come to this.
"He is seeking death."
In that case, let's grant him his wish.
Tang Fei's body soared into the air, his eyes turning a ghostly green, his whole form transforming into a flowing shadow that penetrated the blade of light.
He willingly moved towards that sword.
The Sword Qi passed through the middle of his body, as if piercing through a phantom.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Shen Xinglan.
The Yin Erosion Sword pierced his opponent's chest, a myriad of Fierce Ghosts shrieking and pouring from the wound.
The strike corroded the victim's three souls, the seven spirits sinking into oblivion.
Shen Xinglan lowered his head to look at the sword in his chest, a smile of relief appearing on his face.
"This is good too."
