Zhao Kuo’s facial expression changed. He looked frightened. 

A dark light appeared and cut through the sky. Right after, the small sword in my grandpa’s hand disappeared, and the dark light cut Zhao Kuo’s neck. 

The girl’s head was cut off. It flew away into the distance, with blood spurting several meters high into the sky. 

The bronze sword slipped through her fingers, clanging on the ground. 

A wisp of dark smoke detached itself from the ancient bronze sword. It rose as if it was about to run away, but my grandfather didn’t give it the chance to do so. He took out a small porcelain bottle and aimed it at the dark smoke....