Prisoner
編輯: Larbre Studio
Kaboom!
The silver kitchen knife hacked down, clashing against Blood Saint Zangxin's attack. A ring of silver energy rippled out. Zhang Ruochen and Zhu Qingyi flew back, breaking various trees and not landing until they were dozens of miles away.
Poof!
Zhang Ruochen spat out blood. Even though he'd used defensive techniques beforehand, he was still hurt.
Zhu Qingyi wasn't well off either. She knelt on the ground and clutched her chest, spitting out blood. The blood wasn't very red. Instead, it had a gold tint. After getting poisoned by the golden cobra, one's blood would gradually turn gold. By the time it was completely gold, the cultivator would die.
Blood Saint Zangxin was killed.
His body was split into fragments by the silver kitchen knife's power. Seeing Qing Mo walk out of the ragged battlefield with the bloody knife, Zhu Qingyi lost all hope.