An Arrow Through the Heart

Up on the punishment platform, the three bolts of lightning had finished and the three sword strikes were set to begin.

Although Tie Rukuang was already an old man, all the bones in his body were as rigid as steel. The torment he'd been forced to endure while being struck by lightning had been unbearable and all he could do was curse to distract himself from the pain, but he only needed to clench his teeth without making a sound when the swords struck. The bloody wounds carved into his body were quite shocking to the eyes, and some of the less resilient observers had to avert their gazes to avoid seeing it head-on.

At the foot of the Qing-Yun mountain, Fang Xing silently watched the sword lights at the peak of the mountain with a chilling gaze. "Huangfu, as long as I—Fang Xing—am not dead, I will make sure I don't leave a single one of you behind in this world." He slowly closed his eyes, only to open them after a long time had passed. "Goldy, let's do it!"