Everyone, seeing what Lu Chengwen had looked like just now, had thought he was dead for sure—it was only a matter of time.
That included the two Tian'ers.
Although they still held on to a sliver of hope, everyone knew deep down that after being run through by the sword of an expert on Lin Jiangxian's level, the survival rate was practically zero.
No, it was zero.
In Lin Jiangxian's record of stabbing people, the number who had survived was zero.
But now, not only was Lu Chengwen alive, he had stood back up, and it even seemed like he could keep fighting.
Why!?
Zhao Ritian turned his head and saw it, so excited he could barely contain himself. He pumped his fist and roared, "Aha! I knew it! I freaking knew it! You bastard were just slacking off, trying to rest for a while! Hahahaha!"
Before he could finish, Shoulin knocked him over with one punch.
Shoulin had had enough of this lunatic. He made no damn sense.
What was with that Tyrant Body?! Not only could it not be cut, it had even ruined his own treasured sword.
Long Aotian merely smiled faintly, pride and relief in his smile.
Facing Fulin and Lulin, he said, "Don't stare so wide-eyed. There's nothing surprising about this. I never thought for even one second that he would die here."
Fulin and Lulin spoke almost in unison. "That's impossible!"
Luo Shiyin turned and threw herself into Lu Chengwen's arms. "Thank goodness, you're all right, sob sob sob..."
Lu Chengwen stroked her head. "Cherish yourself and live on, all right?"
"Mm. Yinyin will work hard to survive and stay with Master."
Lu Chengwen kissed the top of her head lightly. "Go help Xiaohua and Xuening. I'll handle this."
Lu Chengwen pulled Qi Meishao