Qin Mu’s mind was muddle-headed, and all he could think about was founding emperor going to his death.
He could hardly gather his spirit, and he could hardly mobilize his scattered vital qi. It was hard for him to focus his gaze, and he had no focus.
It was as if lightning had gathered his dao heart, and all his strength had been sucked out in an instant.
He raised his hand to grab forward, but he couldn’t catch anything.
Sword path great overarching heaven, Dao Tree, and founding emperor were all turned into nothingness.
The strike of the fourth young master of Mycroft Palace wasn’t aimed at founding emperor, but at Heavenly Venerate Ling, who was the hardest to kill. Founding Emperor had died for heavenly venerate ling, so if he could kill heavenly venerate ling, there was naturally no chance of founding emperor surviving.
But..
Qin Mu suddenly felt a pain as if his heart was being torn apart, but why founding emperor?
