The tip of the sword emerged from the master's back, bringing out a pool of warm blood and splashing on Lin Hongyu's face. He saw the master open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but blood had already surged up from his throat, drowning out the last sound. The next second, Master's body exploded. It was not pierced by a sword, but self-destruction - the self-destruction of the Yuanying monk before his death razed the entire Qingyun Peak main hall to the ground. The shock wave flew Lin Hongyu away, collapsing three stone pillars before he landed. His mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's. "Let's go!" Senior brother Lin Qingya lifted him up and slapped his palm into the space crack in the back mountain. Lin Hongyu turned around and saw a line of blood on his senior brother's neck, then his head flew up, and the face that smiled at him every day rolled in the moonlight.
