Wang Sicong couldn't move, he felt like a piece of wood.
Even as the blossoms of sword flowers bloomed on his body, he couldn't feel a trace of pain.
But why is this?
Wang Sicong was puzzled... Suddenly, he recalled the moment he locked eyes with Xu Xianrong earlier, her eyes seemed to turn red, mesmerizing like flawless rubies.
With just one glance, he was deeply entranced, unable to free himself, all sensation disappeared.
At this moment, from Wang Sicong's left arm to his heart, his flesh and blood were blurred. It was merely a waste of an arm.
The last sword strike should have pierced through his heart, but before it could, Xu Xianrong suddenly felt a stuffiness in her chest, and the Spiritual Qi within her Sea of Qi began to surge tumultuously, as if turning the world upside down.
Thud!
Xu Xianrong dropped to one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her breath instantly weakened, and her fairy-like face turned much paler, losing its color.
