Qingyi looked down and saw a cross-shaped wound torn open over his Dantian.
Through the torn flesh, he could see his Golden Core, which had been sliced into four pieces.
'My Golden Core... it's shattered?'
The moment he realized this, Qingyi suddenly felt the power drain rapidly from his body. Then, his entire being split apart along the cross-shaped wound, falling into four pieces.
Everyone nearby stared at Qingyi's fallen body, frozen in shock.
BOOM!
A distant Hua Biao, severed by the Sword Light, crashed to the ground, snapping the nearby onlookers out of their stupor.
The Blue-clothed Cultivator swallowed hard.
He scrambled to pull out another Defensive Spirit Shield, simultaneously reciting a Mantra to cast his Defense Magic.
'What in the actual hell? This guy isn't just a top-tier Body Cultivator, he's a top-tier Sword Cultivator too.'
'No, no, no... even a top-tier Sword Cultivator couldn't pull this off.'
