Li Chengliao's smile gradually faded; he scrutinized him carefully, then stepped down, the jade boots under his brocade robe making a crisp sound upon the steps.
He fell silent, watching as the old man's sweat soaked the ground. Understanding dawned upon him, and he intoned gravely:
"Liu Yi, what is going on?"
This single sentence struck Liu Yi like thunder, making his legs tremble; finally it broke him. He wept,
"Ancestor, Xu…"
He only managed to utter a syllable before the White Ape behind Li Chengliao suddenly opened its eyes, strode forward, and reached to seize the old Liu.
But where was there time for that? Black fire erupted from Liu Yi's limbs and all his bones, exploding violently from his chest and abdomen, showering the whole hall in blood, with organs flying everywhere.
The black blood splattered like a fountain, swirling throughout the great hall. Li Chengliao stepped back, yet his robe was still splashed with black blood, smattering his chest and collar.
