But Xiao Zheng ultimately did not strike down with that sword, and Tian Yin did not show any fear of death.
Because a hand that was almost withered grasped Xiao Zheng's wrist. It was a hand so thin it resembled a dried branch, seemingly so weak that an ordinary mortal could easily snap it, yet the power contained within forced Xiao Zheng to wear a grave expression.
"Before I die, Tian Yin cannot die."
This was the first thing he said, like a drop of dew dripping into the water, causing ripples to splash out. Then, the buzzing sound rose higher and higher, striking Xiao Zheng's eardrums!
Xiao Zheng's expression changed slightly, feeling as if the sound transformed into thousands of tiny needles, forming waves that charged towards his consciousness sea through his eardrums!
Spiritual Power!
