598, like flowers blooming on the mountainside

The stench of blood flowed down through the rooftop drainage and onto the ground below, as the gigantic snake twisted and fell to the base of the building, with only two heads remaining above. They weren't completely dead yet, but being without their bodies, they couldn't make a sound.

The whole process was like lightning and thunder; they couldn't even react before they were decapitated, and the person who chopped off their heads was still looking the same as before, with his sword seemingly never having been unsheathed.

"That's how they killed me at Quan Spring."

Xin Chen slapped the rainwater that had splashed onto him and casually hurled a palm-thunder, turning the two struggling heads into ashes, then he leaped to the top of the skyscraper. Lightning flickered overhead, but it didn't dare to pass by him, not even the rainwater dared to fall on him.

"Who else can there be?"