CRACK!
The three thousand six hundred threads of blood, as if crushed by a colossal, invisible pincer, snapped in unison.
The Old Woman's sword-wielding right arm twisted grotesquely. Strings of blood blisters bulged beneath her skin as the rampaging Tribulation Sword Qi turned on her from within.
Xu Yunfan formed a sword with the fingers of his left hand and pointed gently from a distance.
PFFT!
A bloody hole burst open between the Old Woman's eyebrows. But it wasn't fresh blood that gushed forth. Instead, the Blood River True Qi she had painstakingly cultivated her entire life poured from her seven orifices like a breaking dam, transforming into a crimson-gold torrent that flowed into Xu Yunfan's palm.
Her withered body plummeted like a sack of rags. Before it even hit the ground, her skin visibly turned ashen and shriveled. It finally hit the stone steps with a THUD, becoming nothing more than a skeleton draped in a Sword Robe.
