"Stop the nonsense and attack!" Tengshe was about to release fire to burn everything when suddenly, the Heavenly Emperor's drag force caught him and hacked him to death with a flurry of blades—a fate he preferred to being smothered to death by the blood mist. What kind of death was melting into a pool of blood? He wasn't interested in that!
Xuanji clung to him tightly and whispered, "Let me try again!"
She didn't want to give up just like that. Killing was such an easy thing to do—one sword swing, and flesh and blood would fly, an end to all troubles. But along the way, Zi Hu had died, Si Feng had disappeared, and Liu Yihuan had left, while the people of the Shaoyang Sect were still living happily on the mountain—all were her companions. She couldn't, because of her own impulsiveness, push all her loved ones into a pit of fire, suffering collective punishment; one Ting Nu was enough already.
