Zangxin slowly lowered his arm, staring blankly at the young man in front of him, his nerve endings shivering with a bloody tremor.
Expressionless, he pulled out the broken sword from his chest, pressed his hand on the wound, forcibly suppressing the poisonous fire back into his body.
The sudden reversal of events stirred enormous waves in his heart.
Zangxin couldn't understand how he had managed to break free of his Pupil Skill's shackles and control.
Even under his spiritual domain, he was able to seamlessly assimilate and reverse the field, trapping him without even realizing it.
Zangxin prided himself on his Mind Control Technique as being unrivaled in the world.
Combined with the power of the Killing River, few in the Six Realms could oppose him.
Whether controlling the hearts of others or his own Dao heart.
He looked deeply at Baili An, unable to believe that in such an incredibly brief moment just now.
Baili An could touch the deepest part of his heart.
