Thick blood gurgled from Cheng Yu's mouth, his gaze gradually unfocused.
In the last few seconds of his life, he felt all the blood in his body surge towards the wound in his neck.
"...Uh..."
Sheng Nian exerted force with his right hand, trying to pull the blade from Cheng Yu's neck.
But he found it somewhat inconvenient to apply force this way.
So, he took a small step back with his left foot, and placed his right foot on Cheng Yu's already congealed face.
He pushed down hard.
Bang!!!
The horizontal blade was pulled out.
A large amount of blood erupted like an explosion from Cheng Yu's throat.
"Demonic Cultivator ambush!"
Only now did the surrounding Disciples vaguely react.
Protective Spiritual Qi bloomed around them, and some hurriedly sent out a Spiritual Light, scrambling to ascend into the night sky from outside the courtyard.
That was the distress signal of the Six Sects' Disciples.
