The Death of the Assassin from the Blood Skull Gang

In the desolate canyon, fire and wind raged. It looked as though the end of the world had arrived.

"I got it!" Duan Ling Tian exclaimed as he held the Seven Orifices Exquisite Sword while being engulfed in flames. Then, a sword ray shot out, cutting the silk thread in the tornado. The sword ray continued on its trajectory, unimpeded by the wind blades in the tornado, as it made its way toward the glabella of the assassin who was standing in the eyes of the tornado.

'He's rather strong to be able to draw so close to me…' The assassin from the Blood Skull Gang was rather taken aback when he saw Duan Ling Tian advancing despite his torn purple robes and his body being riddled with wounds from the wind blades in the tornado.