Jiang Ding's arm breaks, tendons and bones collapse, and constantly broken bone and dark red blood fall from his body, sprinkling blood in the starry sky, looking hideous and terrifying.
His life force weakens continuously, growing weaker and weaker, until in the end, it seems as if a thread is about to snap, and he is on the brink of death.
Life's essence is dimmer than ever before!
This is the essence of life's fragility, inching closer to death, poised to truly enter it in the next moment.
Such danger.
Yet, in this tattered body, a pair of eyes remain cold and as calm as a lake, showing no emotional fluctuation, merely watching everything indifferently.
Why not afraid?
Because there is no danger.
The Great Sun Sword Master is absolutely confident in his understanding of the rules, confident that there will be no errors; everything is calculated and anticipated precisely.
What is so-called danger is just a routine without any anomaly.
