The wash of purple seemed to return instantly, returning to its original position in the blink of an eye.
There were only droplets of blood dripping from the pristine blade, like a broken string of crimson pearls, that served as the last witness to the death of the Four Seasons Tower's Seventh Month.
Yun Yang blinked into existence like a spirit, exiting and returning in a flash. His movements took place in the breadth of time it took to snap one's fingers, but the life of an expert was concluded, too, that quickly.
Seventh Month's series of attacks came to an end just as Yun Yang came and went. He had been too greedy, pursuing his opponent, hoping to ride the victorious wave; not only did he not do anything, he ultimately lost his life as well.