"Ding"
With a crisp sound, the broken sword was thrown deep into the Five-Colored Stone, buried so deeply that the hilt could not be seen.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
The ghost-faced man panted heavily, his breath infused with the Nine Qi of Dao Breath, thick like agar paste, expelling jade-colored blood from his mouth, nose, and all his wounds, splattering like pearls on the ground.
At this moment, he thrust one hand into his chest, his fingertips clenching the broken sword lodged deep in his heart muscle, desperately trying to pull it out. His other hand pressed against the gruesome, terrifying chest wound, from which blood still gushed like a fountain, as he struggled to breathe and smeared jade blood on the wound, as if trying to mend the wound in his Dan abdomen.
