Qiu Tianyu flung his sword, and despite Yan Feiqing still having the strength to raise his hand to block, it was to no avail; his body was pierced through midair.
The next moment, with a sweep of the Great Halberd, Qiu Tianyu was about to crash into the blood-stained surface of the lake when a white feather timely transformed in front of him, coalescing into the body of a youth with wings sprouting from his back, the bright blade of his sword cutting directly towards the throat, accompanied by rainwater.
However, even before this winged form had fully materialized, the frosty and heavy blade of the halberd had already pierced through his chest. Chest rent open, bones shattered, white feathers tinged with blood—under such a weapon, few suffered mere injuries; a single, full-force strike signified the loss of a life.