89: Chapter 89 Sorrow Belongs Only to the Weak

"Use heads as wine cups."

"Drink the blood of enemies."

In the Great Zhou, by the edge of the endless North Sea, wild winds howled and waves crashed against the shore, emitting dull, booming sounds.

A man dressed in white sat quietly upon a massive reef, as if merging with heaven and earth, eyes closed in meditation.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and infinite sword intent erupted from them, like brilliant stars instantly shattering.

"Whose sword is so resolute?"

His voice was deep and majestic, as if coming from an ancient bell, echoing leisurely by the North Sea.

After speaking, his gaze, sharp as a sword, looked straight toward the north without hesitation.

Following that, the man in plain clothes slowly stood up, his robes fluttering. A powerful aura emanated from his body, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

He tapped his toes lightly on the reef, his figure speeding toward the north like a ghost. Wherever he passed, wild winds arose and waves surged to the sky.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial City.

Jiang Die stood with her sword. Her long dress was stained with blood, the hem fluttering in the wind. The bloodstains looked like blooming red plum blossoms, tragically beautiful.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, dancing with the wind, adding a touch of wild beauty to her.

Jiang Die's gaze tightened.

Then, she suddenly brandished her sword and attacked. Her figure moved like the wind, stepping on the void. Her movement technique was unbelievably fast, and the long sword in her hand transformed into thousands of afterimages, like falling stars, as she struck at Qin Xiaogan.

Looking at the sky full of sword shadows, Qin Xiaogan grinned.

Immediately, he gripped his hell kitchen knife tightly, ignoring the chilling sword shadows entirely. Instead, he hacked toward Jiang Die like a ferocious beast, his momentum overwhelming and unstoppable.

Jiang Die lowered her beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like a butterfly's wings.

The rusted long sword turned flexibly in her slender hand, and then she followed through with another fierce strike at Qin Xiaogan.

This sword strike was tragically beautiful, rare in this world.

Qin Xiaogan's black pupils were filled with this exquisitely beautiful sword technique.

"Puchi!"

Jiang Die's previous sword shadows also quickly passed through Qin Xiaogan's body, and fresh blood instantly sprayed out, staining his clothes red.

Immediately after, a hair-raising "crack!" sound resounded through the sky.

Qin Xiaogan's throat had actually been sliced away by more than half by Jiang Die's sword, and fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

He looked at his own pierced body, his gaze devoid of any ripples, as if this were not his own body.

That calm gaze seemed to be examining an object that had nothing to do with him.

Then, Qin Xiaogan revealed the gentlest smile of the entire chapter toward the stern-faced Empress Butterfly.

"Great Zhou is not entirely composed of trash."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Xiaogan's throat could no longer support his head. His head fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

Jiang Die's expression did not change; she nodded slightly toward the bright moon that had just hung in the sky.

【Moon Butterfly Sword Dance】

Under the moonlight, she held her long sword, the blade reflecting a cold radiance.

The sword light was like water, and she danced out trails of tragically beautiful arcs.

Her posture was light and agile, like a fairy dancing.

And these mesmerizing sword lights, like a rushing torrent, surged toward Qin Xiaogan's corpse.

The moment the sword light touched Qin Xiaogan, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

Under the impact of this powerful force, Qin Xiaogan's corpse was suddenly blasted into fragments, flesh and blood flying everywhere, a gruesome sight.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Die bit her red lips tightly; her beautiful face appeared somewhat twisted at this moment.

Then, the long sword in her hand danced wildly, frantically hacking at Qin Xiaogan's minced flesh, as if venting the anger and pain suppressed deep within her heart.

Every sword strike carried endless hatred, and the sword wind howled, stirring the surrounding air into complete chaos.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and tears welled up in her eye sockets, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Why! Why did it turn out like this!"

"Uncle Jiang!!! I have finally slain this beast, you can come back now."

"Are you playing a joke on Little Die again? Come out, Uncle Jiang, Little Die will listen to you from now on."

"Sob, sob, sob."

The tears in Jiang Die's eyes finally slid down like a broken dam.

The crystalline teardrops rolled down her fair cheeks, sparkling with a bleak light under the moonlight.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if bearing a weight of a thousand jun.

Just then, a torrential rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.

The rainwater washed over Qin Xiaogan's bloodstains, dyeing this land even more scarlet.

"Tsk tsk, sorrow only belongs to the weak."

A light sentence, like a sharp blade, exploded in Jiang Die's ears.

Hearing this, Jiang Die's pupils shrank violently, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

Immediately after, she hurriedly looked toward the direction of the voice.

She saw Qin Xiaogan suspended beneath the bright moon.

He wore an imperial crown, appearing inviolable like a god.

Rainwater flowed down his chiseled, handsome face, like small silver streams.

The wind grew more violent, blowing Qin Xiaogan's white hair into a wild dance.

Jiang Die looked dazed, her lips trembling: "You... why..."

Hearing this, Qin Xiaogan's expression was indifferent, and he said nothing.

He raised his right hand, and the hell kitchen knife fell into his hand.

Then, Qin Xiaogan's figure moved like lightning, shooting toward Jiang Die, bringing with him a gust of wild wind.

Jiang Die's expression changed, a flash of panic appearing in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly regained her resolve and hurriedly raised her long sword.

【Heaven-Deceiving Butterfly Sever】

Traces of colorful energy emerged from the long sword; that energy was like brilliant fireworks, dazzling and eye-catching.

Then Jiang Die slashed fiercely at Qin Xiaogan, the sword light rushing toward Qin Xiaogan like a giant, colorful butterfly.

The colorful butterfly's wings flapped, bringing with them waves of energy fluctuations, and wherever they passed, the air seemed to be torn apart.

Qin Xiaogan snorted coldly, swung the hell kitchen knife in his hand, and a black blade light met the colorful butterfly.

"Boom!"

The two collided, emitting a huge explosion, light scattering everywhere, sand and stones flying.

Jiang Die was shaken back a few steps by the powerful impact, a trace of fresh blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Qin Xiaogan, however, stood steadily in place, his eyes indifferent.

Jiang Die stared at Qin Xiaogan in disbelief, her beautiful eyes filled with shock, trembling as she spoke.

"Emperor level?! How could you reach the Emperor level?"

Qin Xiaogan did not waste words with her; his figure moved, turning into an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Jiang Die.

Jiang Die secretly thought, "Not good."

Immediately, she hurriedly drew her sword to slash backward.

"Clang! Clang!"

Qin Xiaogan's kitchen knife steadily caught Jiang Die's sword moves, the sound of metal colliding echoing in the air, deafening.

Amidst the splashing sparks, there was not a trace of expression on Qin Xiaogan's face.

Immediately after, a ghostly light flashed in his eyes.

A terrifying mental power rushed toward Jiang Die, that power like substance, carrying endless pressure.

Jiang Die was instantly blown away by the mental power; her body, like a drifting fallen leaf, lost control in the air.

And Qin Xiaogan's figure flashed, appearing behind her like a ghost in an instant.

Before Jiang Die could react, Qin Xiaogan swung the kitchen knife, and instantly, a fierce wind howled, with layers of blade shadows.

"Puchi!"

The clothing on Jiang Die's body was torn, with hideous and terrifying wounds appearing, from which blood continuously seeped out.

"Crack!"

The long sword in Jiang Die's hand broke into several pieces, scattering all over the ground. The crisp sound of the breaking was exceptionally harsh in this tense atmosphere.

Then, she fell heavily to the ground, creating a large pit, dust flying.

Qin Xiaogan landed slowly, like a god descending, looking down at Jiang Die, his eyes indifferent.

That indifferent gaze seemed to be looking at an insignificant ant, without a trace of emotion.