C101 Withering Sword Move

The pistol cracked, and the sword was drawn. Chu Qing staggered back, blood spraying from his mouth. The Martial Inspection Envoy met his end abruptly, never anticipating that Chu Qing would extract a blade from his own wound.

To his dying breath, he couldn't fathom how a sword could be concealed within flesh—such a notion was inconceivable. Yet, he was fated never to learn the truth