"Overbearing, huh." Qin Yuesheng grabbed Wuyang Zhenren from the ground with one hand. "Seeing your strength is remarkable, and bringing so many people to infiltrate the city by night—clearly you harbor other intentions. I'd rather kill the wrong person than let one go. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for coming to the wrong place tonight."
As Qin Yuesheng slashed down, Wuyang Zhenren's head flew high into the air. Under the blazing flames of the Heavenly Fire Divine Blade, it burned hot like a fireball.
Whoosh!
Yet at that moment, a beam of purple light suddenly shot out from Wuyang Zhenren's severed neck. The thing was tiny, and in the blink of an eye, it burrowed into the ground, vanishing without a trace.
Qin Yuesheng frowned. "What was that?"
The purple light was too fast; even using the Biluo Eye to track it, he could only catch a fleeting glimpse of purple.
