Sword Divides Life and Death (Part 2)

Hu Qi's feeling could not have been worse.

He was no ordinary man. With Purple Mansion seventh-layer cultivation, he had come from the battle camps like Old Blade and experienced hundreds of battles, large and small. His experience in fighting cultivators was exceedingly rich.

Yet he had never encountered such a dreadful situation!

Wang Chen had not even drawn his sword, but the sword intent he unleashed had already drowned Hu Qi.

It was as if he had suddenly been cast into a world of ice and snow, surrounded by a boundless expanse of white, deathly silent to the extreme.

The bone-piercing chill ignored the barrier of his body protection spell and silently seeped into Hu Qi's body, freezing his blood and making the circulation of his Mana incomparably sluggish.

What kind of swordsmanship was this?

The terror Hu Qi felt at this moment truly defied description.

But a drowning man would desperately clutch at even a single straw. Hu Qi knew full well that if he did not save himself now, he would fall into an eternal abyss.

He instinctively let out an unwilling roar and reached into his Storage Bag with his right hand.

He tightly gripped a pale golden Talisman.

Once this life-saving treasure talisman was activated, it could even withstand an attack from a low-level Golden Core. Nothing beneath the Golden Core realm could break it.

So long as he could buy himself a moment to catch his breath, Hu Qi still had a way to escape.

As for the thought of killing Wang Chen, he would never dare entertain it again!

Yet in the next instant, the hand clutching Hu Qi's talisman fell away.

His right hand had been severed cleanly at the wrist. The wound was smooth as a mirror, and not a single