A shadow swiftly descended from the sky, as chilling winds arose in the grassy courtyard, sharp and piercing. Amidst the invisible wind, Sword Intent surged wildly, and three traces like the claws of an eagle tore through space!
Marquis Xifeng's eyes bulged with horror, a crimson color spread across them.
His fervent and aggrieved cries for help were completely stifled in his throat, he reached both hands tentatively towards the direction of Ying Ji's window, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.
He eventually fell down slowly, his back facing upwards, where the three claw marks landed on his spine, the wounds deep enough to reveal bone, even severing the spinal column.
The fresh wounds were scorched to a fiery red by the Sword Intent within the claw marks, with the surrounding skin and flesh curling up and twisting, resembling lingering flames.
"Thump thump thump..."
From above the sky, a bird resembling a black eagle but not an eagle, swooped down.
