The Fatal Blow

The aura of death shrouded him that instant. The terrifying Nascent Soul cultivator's pressure made him drench in a cold sweat. He tried with all his might to tell his body to move, but his whole body froze stiff as if being stuck inside the millennium ice. He looked unflinchingly at the sharp sword thrust towards his glabella.

"Bi San!"

When Lei Xiao saw this scene, he was still a short distance away. Just when he thought Bi San would be killed, Bi San let out a muffled groan. Bi San, who had been standing straight and stiff, suddenly bent down and fell to the ground.

"Ugh!"

With a groan, the man fell to the ground. Before Bi San regained his consciousness, Leng Xiao already rushed from behind and dragged him to the other side. Without the slightest hesitation, several of the men quickly huddled together to resist the Nascent Soul cultivator's pressure.