His Flesh vibrated, and the long sword shattered. The attacker was instantly repelled.
Emperor Zhou casually flicked the fresh blood from his hand. He turned to the other man, his face tinged with regret.
"Yang Yue, I originally planned to spare your life, but you failed to appreciate my kindness. Now, you have no one to blame but yourself."
"Mu Shentong, I considered myself loyal to you, yet you slaughtered my entire Yang Family! This hatred is irreconcilable. Today, either you die, or I live!"
Yang Yue cursed loudly, his previous demeanor gone. But before he could finish, his vision blurred, and a sharp pain lanced through his chest. Looking down with difficulty, he saw a hand plunged into his torso.
SQUELCH!
Emperor Zhou withdrew his hand, holding a still-beating, bloody heart. Yang Yue collapsed, cursing intermittently.
"Mu... Mu Shentong... I... I will be waiting... waiting for you in the netherworld—"
With a firm squeeze, the heart burst.
