The long sword fell, he would die.
Truly die.
Xiu Chuan felt neither despair nor fear.
He sensed the sharp aura from the long sword, feeling the terrifying, seemingly endless power from Xu Guang.
Xu Guang was pressing down on Xiu Chuan's chest, focused, as if nothing else besides the sword in his hand and Xiu Chuan could disturb his heart spirit.
He was about to personally slay a Third Grade Barbarian.
And this was in a state where it was almost fully vigorous, successfully killing it.
"Today you kill me, tomorrow someone will kill you."
As the long sword approached Xiu Chuan's throat, Xiu Chuan finally spoke his last words.
With these words spoken, the qi force in his entire body dissipated like a deflated balloon, and all his qi and blood crazily spread outward.
The long sword firmly and powerfully pierced Xiu Chuan's throat.
He grinned at Xu Guang, with blood continuously streaming from his mouth.
"Tomorrow someone will kill you!"
His fate was sealed.
