Clean Up

Using Shadow Step, Feng Shen reappeared directly behind.

Yuan Bo paused, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He hadn't even noticed the sudden arrival behind him until a voice, low and chilling, whispered directly into his ear.

"You dropped something." Feng Shen gestured toward the discarded sword lying far behind them.

A shiver went down Yuan Bo's spine. His breath hitched, and he turned his head slowly, dread etched across his sweat-soaked face.

There, standing mere inches away, was that anomaly.

Yuan Bo's body froze, paralyzed by the overwhelming dark qi radiating. His instincts screamed at him to run, but his legs refused to move.

Before he could even form a coherent thought…

With a flick of his hand, dark Qi coiled around Feng Shen like a serpent before lashing out with deadly precision.

The energy sliced cleanly through Yuan Bo's neck, severing his head in an instant.