In the dimly lit farmhouse courtyard, Li Huowang, trembling, clutched the blade protruding from his own chest, staring in shock at the Li Huowang with the same features standing before him.
"You... I..." Li Huowang, pale from blood loss, staggered backward.
The sudden turn of events threw his mind into disarray, one moment grappling with the mention of Hong Zhong in the other's words, the next confronting his imminent demise.
Just as Li Huowang was about to fall, his fellow disciples rushed to his side, frantically supporting him.
Long black nails trembled as they reached for the blade tip in Li Huowang's chest, but before touching it, they retracted swiftly, striking heavily against the pale drumhead.
