When a blade pierces through the human body, it emits a sound akin to the wind.
This sound, continuous and undulating, echoes within this secret chamber, composing a symphony of death.
And the first to die was none other than Sheng Shuyun.
Before this, with his status, he was held in the highest esteem, such that common folk would find it as difficult to meet him as to ascend to heaven.
But no matter how overwhelming your power may be, at this moment it becomes utterly laughable.
In the face of death, Sheng Shuyun's reaction was no different from that of an ordinary person, in fact, it was even more disgraceful.
"Please spare my life, my lord! I am willing to take the Blood Soul Oath and serve you as my master! I only ask that you spare my life just one...".
Before he could finish the word "life," a streak of sword light had already pierced through his throat, leaving a gaping hole.
