"Clang clang..."
After knocking the withered old man to the ground, the Purple Star Sword also lost its divine power, losing control of True Qi, and fell onto the main hall.
Zuoqiu Yiren's face was pale, looking at the distant withered old man, whose body was torn to shreds, blood gushing like a fountain from his pierced chest, his breath weak.
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the withered old man struggled to sit up cross-legged, eyes bloodshot, staring crazily at the nearby Zuoqiu Yiren. He couldn't believe she could unleash such a formidable slash despite being gravely injured, but the pain continuously emanating from his body reminded him of the reality.
Most crucially, the residual injury at his chest continued its corrosion, making his wound slow to heal.
Moments later, the withered old man calmed down, saying, "No wonder you're Zuoqiu Fairy. Even in such a state, you could injure me like this. If I could obtain your physique, I would definitely advance further."
