Xia Feng's knee throbbed with pain, as if the sword qi was deliberately slicing towards it, nearly bringing him to his knees.
However, the Heaven-Burying Sword in his hand flashed and stabbed into the floor, supporting him against falling.
Everything happened in a flash, and by the time Li Qingxue reacted, blood was already trickling from the corner of Xia Feng's mouth.
She was utterly terrified, rushing forward to shield Xia Feng: "Mother! You can't treat him like this!"
The Celestial Sword Divine King, however, seemed oblivious to her, staring unblinkingly at Xia Feng.
The sword qi, as if possessing its own spiritual wisdom, didn't harm Li Qingxue at all, and simply kept pressing down on Xia Feng.
It seemed as though the Divine King wouldn't relent until Xia Feng's spine was crushed.
Xia Feng's body grew heavier, his consciousness blurring momentarily.
Finally, the Heaven-Burying Sword he was using as a crutch let out a crisp sword cry.
