Climbing the red stairs step by step, Old Demon Ye slowly untied his cloak clasp, enduring days of painful silence; he could finally relax a bit now.
Old Demon Ye suddenly looked up towards the direction of a beam, though nothing was there, he still felt that something was amiss.
This keen intuition was one of the main reasons he had survived through bloodshed till today.
"Not right!"
Suddenly, Old Demon Ye felt as if his scalp was about to explode!
Amidst a sharp sound of cutting wind, a section of the Azure Dragon Spear, carrying an indescribable heavy force, aimed directly at his face!
No matter how good Old Demon Ye's movement technique was, he couldn't dodge this premeditated strike.
"Bang!"
Amidst a spray of blood, Old Demon Ye was struck in the head by the spear, blood splattering everywhere.
"You son of a..."
Just as he was about to retaliate, the figure from the air landed, ruthlessly spearing through his chest and pinning him onto the floor tiles.