A gentle green light descended from the sky, softly enveloping Zhuang Ting's severed body.
Under Dongfang City's healing, Zhuang Ting's upper and lower halves, which were split in half, were precisely rejoined. The fracture rapidly healed and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, the wound was completely healed, smooth as before, without leaving a trace of a scar.
Only the shattered, blood-stained robe on his body silently testified to the horrific deadly strike that had occurred moments ago.
Zhuang Ting slowly stood up, his face still pale as paper, his body involuntarily trembling slightly.
As a direct descendant of the Zhuang Family, a prodigy of the Golden Family, a dignified Tier Seven Spiritualist, he had always had a smooth journey and had never suffered a major setback, let alone experienced such extreme pain.
