"No!"
"This is impossible!!"
With the earth-shaking roar of the True Yang Divine Son.
Rumble rumble!
Like rolling thunder passing through the void.
His Nascent Soul was directly cut in half, blood gushing out wildly.
For a Heavenly Monarch Practitioner, having cultivated the Nascent Soul, the physical body no longer matters; only the Nascent Soul is the essence.
Every drop of golden blood that sprayed out meant decades of painstaking cultivation slipping away from the True Yang Divine Son, irretrievable.
"No!"
"I will absolutely not die!"
"You, a mere ant from the Central Earth Interface, wielding a piece of scrap metal, how could you possibly hurt me!!"
Watching his spilled essence blood, the True Yang Divine Son began babbling incoherently, desperately swallowing various Elixir Pills.
Supreme Heavenly Medicines, Quasi-divine Medicines, Quasi-God Pills, and even some broken Divine Medicines were swallowed whole by him.
