"Ah..."
Yi Qingyan couldn't describe the sensation she had just felt in that split second.
Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground.
—The pleasure of personally killing her brother swept over her like ocean waves, the spray washing over the sand, touching the tips of her toes.
It was not an illusion, not a delusion, not a dream, but reality—she had truly killed the most important person to her.
The warm, solid embrace was gone, as the Infernal Blade touched the man's body, shattering it.
She had already been half-mad. Reason tried to rise up to duel with desire, but ultimately was soundly defeated; and so, driven by Cen Dongsheng's own urging, she truly employed the killing move.
But after actually committing murder, that fierce burning desire consumed the fuel itself completely, the long-suppressed instincts pouring out like floodwaters released from a gate.
"..."
Yi Qingyan hung her head, staring at her trembling hands.
It would not happen again.