"You... How are you not dead?" Zhu Yan stared at Wen Qingye in astonishment, pointing a trembling finger at him.
"Gods, aren't those seven points of light the body's seven fatal acupoints? How is Wen Qingye still alive?"
"Impossible. Zhu Yan must have made a mistake. He must have missed the right spots."
"But how is Wen Qingye not even injured? His clothes are completely undamaged."
"He's alive... Wen Qingye is actually still alive."
For a moment, shock was written on everyone's faces. It was as if they couldn't believe their own eyes.
Tu Bai raised his greatsaber, recalling something. 'His body is incredibly strong,' he thought. 'Like a monster's.'
Wen Qingye caressed the blade of his One Thought Sword. "I only need one move to kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qingye brought his sword up horizontally before him. An unparalleled, domineering aura enveloped him as his presence surged, rising to a seemingly limitless peak.
