As the voice emerged, the once lively and jubilant Golden Soul Palace suddenly turned icy, as if the air itself had frozen. Everyone's face stiffened, and their gaze shifted to Sikong Jing.
They saw him slowly sitting up, his bloodied face etched with a terrifying smile.
The room fell silent, so quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard.
Everyone subconsciously looked toward his heart, where beneath the half-torn garment torn by Ye Changlian, smooth skin was exposed, covered in a layer of frost.
Apart from that, there were no wounds—the heart had healed completely.
"How can this be? Your heart was pierced through!"
Yan Tianmo let out a piercing roar, staring fixedly at Sikong Jing. How could someone live with a pierced heart? Such things didn't happen!
Especially since it was a powerful Black-armored Soldier who had pierced him.
