"No... it can't be... Xing Rui..."
Yang Ju's body trembled as he held Xing Rui's head, slowly descending to the ground. He pieced Xing Rui's head back to his corpse, using a secret technique in an attempt to preserve the last flicker of Xing Rui's soul fire. But that wisp of soul fire eventually dissipated, eroded by the eerie Death Spirit Sword Qi.
"XING RUI—!" he let out a long, grief-stricken howl to the sky.
Ever since he could remember, Xing Rui had been by his side as his sword attendant. They cultivated together, played together, were punished together, and grew up together. Though ostensibly master and servant, in his heart, he had long seen Xing Rui as a brother. Now, seeing his brother decapitated and his soul shattered, years of memories flooded his mind, each one a vicious blade twisting in his heart.
He whirled to face Luo Xiu, squeezing a cold voice through clenched teeth, "Bastard, I'll make sure you die a miserable death!" His bloodshot eyes shimmered with tears.
