Behind him.
Fu Changsheng's figure flickered into existence. His eyes were cold and determined, clearly prepared for what lay ahead.
With a wave of his sleeve.
His body flickered a few times and he arrived at a cave covered in drowsy mulberry leaves. This cave was hidden and quiet, a place he had scouted in advance.
With a swing of the Sword Point.
A clear knife wound appeared on Wuo Sang's arm, and immediately strands of essence blood were forced out of his body. Fu Changsheng's movements were swift and clean, without the slightest hesitation.
Fu Changsheng beckoned with his hand, and the essence blood hovered above his head, accompanied by changing techniques.
Buzz!
The essence blood transformed into a blood mist, enveloping him. This blood mist spread out, emitting a strange glow.
Immediately after.
A cracking sound of joints could be heard. His appearance changed rapidly, even his demeanor became identical to the unconscious Wuo Sang lying on the ground.
