"Hiss...hah...hiss...hah..."
The Sword Ghost, drenched in blood, squeaked over the agarwood floor, treading a muddy path of blood, heading straight for the main hall of Dongzhen Palace.
Earlier, the female crown, who had fled on a deer, crouched under the altar table of the shrine, watching the ghostly figure standing outside the hall, beyond the door. Her teeth chattered from fear as she desperately rubbed her hands.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah... Immortal save me, Immortal save me, Immortal, Immortal, Immortal save me... urgh!"
Yet, there was no response from the Immortal on the shrine.
The Formless Sword Qi, colorless and silent, formless and intangible, had passed through the hall, piercing into the heart of the female crown. The sword energy penetrated her lungs, tearing into her stomach, wreaking havoc on her insides. A gush of blood spurted out from her mouth and nose uncontrollably.
