The blade cut through his flesh and the resulting pain was excruciating. However, it was far from the pain that Jian Qingyang felt from the bottom of his heart.
At that moment, Jian Qingyang felt that his world had completely shattered. His pride, his unrestrained life and his infinitely glorious martial future, were all gone.
Everything was completely smashed into pieces with that attack!
He was always highly-spirited, and he never knew grief, but now the corner of his eyes cracked as if his soul was slowly leaving his mortal shell.
He grabbed the sword tightly, while his palm bled profusely from the cut…
"Why...!? Tell me why…"
He continued repeating his words.
The white-dressed woman looked at Jian Qingyang. Her lips moved slightly, as if she had something to say, but eventually, all she did was let out a sigh.
"Chi!"
The sword was pulled out fully, resulting in a spray of blood.
