Dual Cultivation God Returns-Chapter 811: Too late...

Wu Long's left hand holding the dagger suddenly twisted it in his neck, momentarily causing Lord Muo to jolt and blank out, and then the blade moved forward with a vibrating power, cutting the whole front part of the neck in half with a tearing effect because of the vibration.

A torrent of blood started - very slowly in the perception of the two - spewing out like a fountain from the cut as Lord Muo was no longer able to speak, only eerie sound coming out as air came out along with gurgling through the cut.

At the same time, Wu Long's sword twisted as well, as Lord Muo finally felt genuine fear of death, feeling its breath for the first time as his strength started sharply declining.

"I see... I understand now...", Wu Long's cold voice rang in Lord Muo's ears as the intensity with which his Blood Essence was consumed suddenly increased exponentially, and he felt his powers leaving him, and then the dagger returned to completely remove the head.

The ten people who jumped to their feet and then rushed as fast as they could to the platform in one step, only could see their leader suddenly be pierced by a blade and a dagger at the same time, and then a fountain of blood going up, as a head flew into the air, spinning and with a frozen terrified expression, all in the blink of their eyes.

The nobleman and his bodyguard, as well as the City Watch were worse off, as they did not manage to see anything but a bloodbath suddenly occurring out of nowhere with no recognition of what happened.

Even Hong Yue's eyes widened as she suddenly realized Wu Long was not beside her but down there and the man on the throne was already dead.

Lord Muo's weakened fingers let go of the Guandao Spear, but it did not even change its position in the air that much.

Wu Long's figure wrapped in black smoke phased through both the throne and the corpse from the position it was in, the left hand that held the dagger stashing it into his Spatial Ring while he still was passing through, and grabbing the spear.

He didn't stop rushing forward, toward the ten who only just arrived at the platform with the throne, the sword still in his right hand, stained with the blood of Lord Muo.

'Nine Orchids Spear Art, first form, Late Bloom'

Nine Spiritual Qi Guandao Spear images appeared in the air around Wu Long and slashed toward the first three that he was closest to.

They all dodged, noticing that the real invisible attack followed the real one, and that blocking was dangerous, not to mention they no longer had any intention of fighting but were preparing to flee.

However, at that point of dodging all three were in the trajectory of Wu Long's slash with the real Guandao spear of their dead leader as the world around them became discolored.

'Red Horizon'

Three heads went up into the air, as the blood slashed in a perfect horizontal line.

At this point the other seven were already half-turned to flee.

They rushed here only when their leader was alive, arriving at the platform at the time of his death, so it was natural that all ten were terrified and chose to run.

"Heaven Transcending Lotus, second form, Lotus in the Rain"

A vision of a myriad of swords unfolding in a lotus shape appeared around him, while the seven who turned their backs to him were caught in a sphere of discoloration, their movements suddenly becoming sluggish and slow.

It would seem that Wu Long's movements slowed with them, and yet inexplicably his sword already finished changing its position, as if part of his motion was cut away leaving only the start and end of it.

Thin strips of light, as if raindrops catching rays of light and reflecting it started showering the surroundings of the lotus, leaving tiny holes in anything they touched or passed through, including the seven people.

From the side it looked like a lotus of light bloomed with a red line of bloody horizon in the background, the light of the lotus causing raindrops falling around it to shine.

The vision passed, lasting only for a brief moment, as ten corpses fell, and the City Watch members, as well as the nobleman and his bodyguard all finally saw the man responsible.

"Y-You!!!", nobleman pointed his trembling finger at Wu Long, standing with the Guandao Spear of Lord Muo in one hand, and Iron Leaf in the other, a calm expression, and cold, merciless eyes.

"W-Wait... w-we can talk...I-I will repent... I will give you all... all of my riches", the nobleman fell back onto his butt as tears started falling, realizing that fleeing was futile. If Wu Long killed all of those terrifyingly powerful people before they could even really understand what was happening, he would never make a step before being cut down.

"W-we a-are from the City Watch...! Y-You saw us e-earlier today! Y-you will be in big t-touble if you touch us! W-we are officials of the Wei Dynasty!", the captain of the City Watch also spoke, realizing the same thing, trying intimidation with authority.

Wu Long calmly walked across the bridge in a steady, not rushing pace, retrieving the Iron Leaf into the Spatial Ring, and with a simple but beautiful rotating motion transferred the spear into his right hand, holding it tilted down.

The bodyguard seemed to want to say something as well, shock and horror in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, as the world around them changed, becoming slightly discolored.

Wu Long's hand holding the spear rose to the opposite side.

As he looked at the faces distorted with all sorts of emotions, his lips opened to utter...

"Too little... too late"

Wu Long's voice was calm, almost tranquil, as well as cold and unforgiving.

It was all too late, too late for regrets, too late to realize mistakes, too late, to even feel fear, it was all too despairingly late, as the hand moved, and the black blade drew a beautiful horizontal arc.