Yang Zhen was not dead!
Not only had he not died, but he had also opened his eyes!
It was not that Elder Jian's sword had failed to kill Yang Zhen, but rather that Elder Jian's sword had stopped about an inch from Yang Zhen's forehead.
As Elder Jian remained suspended in the air, keeping pace with Yang Zhen's falling speed, everyone was stunned.
Could it be that Elder Jian was no longer going to kill Yang Zhen?
Clearly not!
In full view, Elder Jian's face showed a hint of reminiscence, and he said, "Young man, when I was young, I enjoyed seeing the despair in my opponents' eyes the most. You're lucky, yet unlucky, for I haven't made a move in a long time. Today, I itch to act; the moment you show despair will be your end. But rest assured, I will preserve your Spirit Soul to let you experience what it means to be utterly powerless."
Hearing Elder Jian's words, everyone felt a chill down their spines.
