The moment the blade in Wangxin's hand pierced Xiao Mo's chest, his control over her suddenly vanished.
Xiao Mo slid slowly from her grasp, plummeting through the air.
Wangxin quickly came to her senses and flew after him.
After catching Xiao Mo, Wangxin cradled him in her arms and slowly descended onto a mountaintop.
Wangxin pulled out the Broken Blade. Focusing all her Spiritual Power into her hands, she pressed down hard on the wound over his heart.
Although the bleeding quickly stopped, Xiao Mo's Life Fire had become a guttering candle in the wind. Already faint, it was now reduced to a few flickering, unstable sparks.
When Xiao Mo had drawn his blade against the Celestial Dao, forcing it to accept the rules he laid down, his fate had been sealed. He was already not long for this world.
Now, it was truly impossible to save him.
"No... no..."
