There was no sound of collision or the feeling of a sword piercing through his body. The only thing Fang Zhengzhi heard was the sound of a heart beating, and he couldn't help but open his eyes again.

Then, he found a sword that stopped half an inch away from his chest.

There was a jade-green glow on the sword and the gloomy cold light chilled the surroundings a little. However, that sword seemed to have stopped completely.

"Eh?" Fang Zhengzhi's blurred vision prevented him from seeing clearly, but he could vaguely feel a mighty strength restraining the sword before him.

Silk-like threads of light had coiled around the sword and even completely entwined the arm holding it.

"It's Yan Xiu!? Has he recovered?"

"He didn't die after all. But, what's with that light on his body?"

"Something seems off, it appears that…"

The astonished discussions from the disciples of Heaven Dao Pavilion were heard.

Fang Zhengzhi was startled to hear them. "Yan Xiu," he thought. At the thought of that