C597 A Chaotic Battle

"Only now you realize? It's too late."

Yang Xuan advanced toward Ghost Bamboo with deliberate steps. The sword in his hand, aglow with the golden light of the Heavenly Eye, sprouted a wisp of flame, making Ghost Bamboo sense the proximity of death for the very first time.

"Please, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Fear took hold of Ghost Bamboo, his body shaking like a sieve as he pleaded