Xuanling Zi bowed his head, eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at his own chest.
At his chest, a terrifying wound penetrated through, an unmatched sword light entering his body in an instant, frenziedly destroying his flesh.
The spark of life slowly faded, Xuanling Zi's footsteps suddenly shifted, his throat involuntarily moved as he felt the asphyxiation.
Death, how unfamiliar it was, Xuanling Zi, who had always been high and mighty, had never thought that he would die, never.
And now, a blood plum blossom exploded on his chest, staining his entire torso, followed by a pervasive chill spreading through his body, bringing despair.
"You... killed me?"
Xuanling Zi looked incredulously at the somewhat pale Ye Ling across from him, questioning how this fellow, who was just a recent Tribulation Transcending, could kill him with one sword strike?
