Lin Feng's body dropped. He fell from the air — three meters, his body limp, his arms at his sides. He hit the stone floor. The impact was wet — blood, from his mouth, from his nose, from his ears, spraying across the jade.
His body convulsed. His dark eyes — brown again, the golden glow gone — were wide. Vacant. The pupils were dilated to the maximum, the irises shrunk to thin rings. His mouth opened. Blood poured — thick, dark, the blood of a man whose meridians had been forcibly severed.
"COUGH — COUGH — COUGH —"
The Nascent Soul breakthrough — the power that had surpassed the sect leader, that had stunned the elders, that Lin Feng had believed would be enough to kill a god — was gone. Instantly. Completely. Without effort. Without ceremony. A snap of a finger, and the most powerful cultivator in the Azure Cloud Sect's history was reduced to a bleeding, convulsing body on the floor.
The hall was silent.
