Zhong Xin didn't need to guess who it was—he was already preparing to turn around and face the fight, but to his surprise, the monster he had torn to pieces was still active.
Even without a head, without limbs, the monster's remaining body was still hurtling towards him.
Zhong Xin found himself in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat, so he decided to take a gamble.
The monster had no consciousness; if he didn't defend himself, he'd likely be killed or, at the very least, severely injured.
He was betting that Xu Zimei wouldn't dare to kill him—after all, they were fellow sect brothers, and the Great Elder would not be easy to explain to.
Gritting his teeth, Zhong Xin picked up his longsword and slashed at the monster, his sword blazing with extreme light. Under its edge, the monster's remaining body exploded.
But just then, Zhong Xin felt a piercing pain in his back as a curved blade plunged deep into his chest.
