It's definitely the most chilling sight.

The blade of the Xuan Yuan Sword pierced into Di Yu's arm, the dense sword qi stripped away the flesh and blood splattered out, chunks of flesh, blood vessels, and broken meat kept falling off.

Extreme, severe pain fell upon Di Jiu.

His face was calm and almost wooden.

Cold, morose sharpness blossomed bit by bit from the dislodged flesh and blood, radiant, piercing, and carrying the deepest of dangers.

Li Tianlan's pupils ...