"I... I... cough cough..."
Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Wanyou desperately clutched his neck with both hands, almost suffocating himself. He seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by a dry cough.
Amidst the coughing, at first, there were just some small blood pearls mixed with Jiang Wanyou's saliva spraying out, but eventually, the crimson color became increasingly intense, finally evolving into large mouthfuls of blood.
In fact, the Dragon Taming Sword had already pierced through Jiang Wanyou's neck completely. When his hands covered it, the gushing blood naturally had to find another outlet, and undoubtedly, the mouth and nose were most suitable.
Bang!
Jiang Wanyou's desperate gaze lingered for merely an instant before being enveloped by endless weakness and darkness. His body collapsed with a crash, completely motionless.
Even now, his hands were still clutching his neck, but they had lost all strength. As blood flowed, everyone understood how he had died.
