The Heavenly Blood Immortal’s blood-essence body split in two, fresh gore gushing out to knit into a new lower half, replacing his severed legs.
The pain was unavoidable. This was no mere knife scratch; he had been cut in half at the waist. The violent shock of agony assaulted his brain, contorting the Heavenly Blood Immortal’s face into a mask of pure torment. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, fighting to keep from screaming aloud.
The Dragon-Phoenix Sword remained clean, not a single drop of blood staining its blade. Yin Jiu’er stood before him, the very picture of incomparable elegance. Less than ten meters separated them.
Chapter 660