Ten Years of Sword Sharpening, Sword Sharpening Cliff (2)

Just as he extended his palm, a long sword had already unsheathed with a clang, stabbing directly towards him.

The sword was too fast; before he could retract his hand, it had already pierced through his body.

The long sword pierced through his heart.

One stab through the heart!

"Can you feel your own sword?" Han Muye slowly let go of the sword and spoke softly.

His heart had been pierced, ensuring his death.

Zhu Xuyuan reached out to grasp the sword blade, his gaze slowly falling on the long sword embedded in his chest.

He had practiced with this sword countless times, polished it numerous times.

But he had never looked at it so earnestly before.

He stared at the sword. For the first time, he felt a faint emotion emanating from its blade.

"You, you killed my Senior Brother of the Yunming Sword Sect!

"You have a death wish!"