Zhang E's pupils dilated in shock at Wuya's rhetoric.
"Truly, a beast!"
He spat out a curse, swinging his long sword even faster.
But Wuya was faster than he was.
After a dozen more exchanges,
The two fought in disarray, each sustaining injuries.
Wuya's mourning clothes had changed color.
Bloodied and with his crimson robe fluttering, he spun several times in the air and finally found an opening. He stepped on Zhang E's shoulders and slid his sword across his neck in a flash.
"Bang!"
The sword from Zhang E's hand fell to the ground.
Afterward, his body heavily knelt down.
A deep gash on his neck gushed blood.
His eyes were still wide open, seemingly unable to believe this would be his end.
"Governor Zhang—"
He lowered his head, close to Zhang E's ear, his laugh ghastly, "Now, the beast sends you on your way. In the netherworld, remember to accuse me before the Father Emperor."
