At the moment Qingting Zi's head was severed by the sword light, azure lightning, like a sash, leaped from Zheng Zetian's limbs and orifices, enveloping the youth's entire body's muscles and tendons, as if holding a puppet, pulling his entire skeleton to leap up.
With full body strength simultaneously erupting, Daozi, crouching in front of the tea table, drew out the blood-red mystical book in a flash, kicked the ground with his toes, and leaped out of the tea room, narrowly dodging a sword that slashed the cushion beneath him, rushing towards the courtyard without looking back, zigzagging through the crowd frozen like a forest.
And that beam of light instantly turned back, closely following him, slashing all the way, cutting through stone and breaking jade, severing those blocking the path, each shredded to pieces, blood unstained, directly pursuing Zheng Zetian's neck in a loop!
