Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword
Xiu Jian’s eyes still flickered weakly, and that faint defiance only stoked Huang Fu’s desire to play the role of his executioner.
Grinding his teeth until his jaw turned rigid, Huang Fu drew his blade and raised it high. The flickering torchlight cast a sinister gleam upon the steel, turning it into a shard of moonlight in the darkness.
“Hyaaah!” With a savage cry, Huang Fu brought the sword down, cleaving straight through Xiu Jian’s neck. The once-pristine blade was instantly stained with crimson.
The warriors of the Gongliao Alliance, who had witnessed their leader’s merciless act, fell into a stunned silence. None dared move as they awaited Huang Fu’s next command.