"If you don’t know, then what use is there in keeping you alive?" Long Chen’s face was as cold as frost.
He swung his sword down.
SLASH!
Su Miaoyu’s left arm was severed instantly.
"You schemed to betray me and steal my Emperor Meridians. This strike is to take back what’s mine!"
SLASH!
"For killing my Long Family members, this strike is to avenge them!"
SLASH!
"For causing my father’s disappearance, this strike is for him!"
SLASH!
"Despicable wretch! What goes around, comes around!"
Long Chen followed with a final flurry of strikes, cutting directly into Su Miaoyu’s body. Blood splattered everywhere. All of her limbs were now severed, and two long, deep wounds marred her chest. She lay on the ground, unable to move, forced to endure excruciating torture.
Long Chen strode forward until he stood over her.
Looking up at the towering figure of Long Chen, Su Miaoyu shuddered violently. He’s like a demon from Hell.
Long Chen bent down, bringing his face close to hers. Su Miaoyu’s heart clenched, and the sheer terror made her forget the agonizing pain wracking her body.
"You..." Her throat bobbed, her voice hoarse. She tried to speak, but the word died on her lips, unable to form a complete sentence.
Long Chen brought two fingers together and thrust them toward Su Miaoyu’s chest.
With a crack, the Heavenly Top-grade Magical Treasure, the Vajra Plate, was breached. This was the very treasure that had allowed Su Miaoyu to narrowly escape with her life last time. But now, Long Chen’s combat power had long since surpassed that of a War Sect expert. With his current strength, shattering the Vajra Plate was as easy as flipping his hand.
A gash was torn open in Su Miaoyu’s chest, and the sickening stench of blood filled the air. Long Chen shoved his hand directly into her body.
"AHH!!"
An excruciating pain, a fate worse than death, ripped a bloodcurdling scream from her throat.
"It’s time you returned this Emperor Meridian to me!" Reaching her dantian, Long Chen yanked forcefully. A golden meridian appeared in his hand. It was the very same Emperor Meridian—the one of the highest quality—that Su Miaoyu had stolen from him.
"Long Chen!" she shrieked. "You’ve put me through such misery! Even as a ghost, I will never let you go! I swear I’ll..."
"Noisy." Before she could finish, Long Chen swung his sword.
Su Miaoyu’s head was severed from her body. Her eyes, wide as bells, were frozen in sheer terror. She died with a grievance, her eyes unclosed.
The cacophony of a moment ago ceased abruptly. A dead silence fell over the area, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded and utterly shocked. No one could have imagined that Su Miaoyu, hailed as a Martial Ancestor who possessed Emperor Meridians, would meet such a gruesome end.
Long Xin clenched her fists, pumping them excitedly as she yelled, "So satisfying! That wretch got what she deserved! She had it coming! Brother Chen, you’re amazing!"
Chu Lingjun appeared indifferent, but a subtle, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips.
"Satisfying," Tuoba Jiao said, crossing her arms, pleased with Long Chen’s victory. "I’ve disliked that Su Miaoyu for a long time. Hopefully, she’ll learn to be a better person in her next life."
Shangguan Pojun witnessed the entire scene and was scared witless. He had barely managed to start climbing to his feet before he collapsed weakly back to the ground. His limbs were limp, his face deathly pale.
After dealing with Su Miaoyu, Long Chen slowly turned, his chilling gaze locking onto Shangguan Pojun.
Shangguan Pojun felt his hair stand on end as an overwhelming, torturous, and unbearable dread enveloped his heart.