"Gong Ziyu?!"
Meng Wuchang wrapped a chain around the trunk of a nearby tree, forcefully halting his movement, and looked toward the figure that appeared not far away.
He hadn't expected that Gong Ziyu would dare to show himself.
"You're seeking your own death!!"
After the initial shock, what followed was ecstasy. Meng Wuchang was not injured at the time and was at the peak of his strength. The appearance of Gong Ziyu was like courting death.
The chain, losing its previous agility, gathered the force of a thousand weights. In Meng Wuchang's hands, it drew a shadowy trail and swept across with the momentum of thundering weights.
"Clang—"
The chain tore through the air, making a roaring sound as it flashed across Gong Ziyu's waist, brutally bisecting him.
The severed body fell from the sky, with organs spilling out from the waist.
This was not an afterimage, but a real, tangible body, forcefully sliced in two by the mighty sweep of the chain.
"Dead?"
