Eternal Sacred King

Zhou Dingyun seemed to have gotten a big shock. He jumped up, retreated a few steps, reaching his palm toward the storage bag at his waist. He narrowed his eyes and looked solemn.

“Calm down, calm down!”

Zhou Dingyun assured himself. “I am a Level 8 Qi Refinement Warrior. I underwent a total transformation and am no longer the same person two years ago. I will never be frightened by a scholar. Su Zimo is a mere mortal, what could he count on?”

“Aren’t you going to drink?”

Su Zimo smiled, shaking his head. “If you don’t drink, you won’t have the chance anymore.”

“You are bluffing!”

Zhou Dingyun gave a loud shout. He slapped his palm on the storage bag, maneuvering a flying sword, shooting out a ray of spirit qi from his fingertip. The flying sword shone brightly.

“Do you still remember the vow you made on that night two years ago when you knelt down to beg for mercy?”

Zhou Dingyun was terror-stricken upon hearing this. He almost lost control of the flying sword, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall off from mid-air.

Su Zimo!

This was Su Zimo’s voice!

How was that possible?

How did he manage to catch up?

Zhou Dingyun’s face was as white as a sheet, breaking out in cold sweats. He tried all his best to maneuver the flying sword to speed forward while he looked backward.

Su Zimo was right behind him. He looked calm, as if he was just casually walking. However, every stride that he took was as far as 20 to 30 feet!

“He… he is not using his full force!”

At the thought of this, Zhou Dingyun seemed to have descended into an icehouse, he felt chills all over his body.

Su Zimo’s voice was heard again. “On that night two years ago, you swore that even if you were lucky enough to join the immortal sect, you would never seek revenge on me. If not, you will suffer a painful death where countless of arrows pierced through your heart.”

“Well… since that was the case, you will get what you wished for.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dingyun finally understood what the sanguine bow on the round table was meant for.

“Don’t!”

Zhou Dingyun turned around quickly. He had just uttered a word and he was shrouded by a black shadow in front of him.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Dozens of arrows pierced through the air one after another!

Poof!

Zhou Dingyun felt pain in his chest. It was as if he had lost something in his body. He felt weak all over and he dropped from mid-air.

Zhou Dingyun made a loud thumping sound as he flopped down onto the ground. He was covered with mud and the ground that he lay on had turned blood-red.

“Ee…”

Zhou Dingyun lowered his head to look at his chest.

It was a bloody mess. There was a bloody hollow as large as a bowl on his chest. His heart was pierced through and shot away by dozens of sharp arrows.

Pierced through the heart by countless arrows!

Everything seemed to be fated and predestined.

There was a breeze in the air. Zhou Dingyun could see a corner of the fluttering green robe in front of him.

Zhou Dingyun lay on the ground, looking up at Su Zimo who stood in front of him. There was a strange smile on his face, as he spoke, but his words were indistinct. “I, I am Iridescent Clouds… Palace, since you, you killed me, you won’t be able to escape. One… day, Perfected Cang Lang… will come looking for you…”

Su Zimo squatted down and smiled. “I will go look for him before that day comes. You will be the first to go, Perfected Cang Lang will be next in line!”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dingyun’s head dropped to a side, as he took his last breath.

Su Zimo pulled the storage bag from Zhou Dingyun’s waist and kept it. He then grabbed his corpse, took a few steps forward before he threw it directly into Cang Lang Mountain Range.

It would not take a day before Zhou Dingyun’s corpse was devoured by the spirit beasts.

This was getting rid of the corpse to destroy the evidence of one’s crime.

No one would know what happened tonight.