"Heh~"
Exhaling a turbid breath reeking heavily of blood, Huang Jue lowered his head and looked at his left chest.
The spearhead of the Seven Feather Spear had already pierced deep through his body. Only a section of the spear's butt sleeve remained visible, while crimson blood gushed from the blood groove.
Heart's blood!
Huang Jue's eyes were filled with disbelief.
He had advanced to a fifth-tier Martial Saint many years ago. His force was incomparably profound, and the force armor he condensed around himself was impregnable. He had once withstood the bombardment of a heavy city-defense crossbow head-on without suffering a scratch.
Not only that, Huang Jue also wore a soft armor of Refined Gold, further enhancing his defenses.
He who often walked by the river could hardly keep his shoes dry. The more enemies he slew, the more he took care to protect himself—and the more he cherished his life!
When he had traded spear blows with Wang Chen just now, it had seemed as though they would both be grievously wounded and perish together. In truth, Huang Jue had been completely certain that he would kill Wang Chen first, and he had also believed his defenses were strong enough.
Yet it was precisely the defense he considered his strongest and trusted most that Wang Chen's spearhead had pierced with ease.
And the price he paid for it was his life!
The fifth-tier Martial Ancestor shook his head. All his unwillingness, grief, despair, and fury turned into relief in an instant.
As the saying went, the heavenly cycle turned in endless succession. He had killed so many people; now that he had been killed by another, it was simply karma and retribution!
Lowering his head, Huang Jue dropped to his knees dejectedly, and the last glimmer of light