C150 Real Killing Intent

Zhao Xiaoqi's eyes were drawn to the broken hilt in Gongsun Bao's grasp, still wrapped in a lingering thread of red light. It was Zhao's first encounter with such an artifact.

"Sigh, I realize that if we keep this up, I won't stand a chance against you. But I can't quite let it go. How about we settle this with one final move? One move to determine the winner