Before Tang San could beg for mercy again, the Peerless Saber, wreathed in an arcane force, had already slashed down upon his head, instantly cleaving into his soul.
Tang San only felt darkness fall before his eyes, and then he completely lost consciousness.
When he woke again, he found himself in a room, lying on a cold metal bed that reflected no light.
The hard bedboard pressed against his bones until they ached.
Tang San instinctively looked around. The surroundings resembled the layout of a "medical clinic," filled with all kinds of instruments he did not recognize.
A strange, pungent medicinal smell—the scent of disinfectant—filled Tang San's nostrils, making him feel somewhat...
Hiss.
Where was he?
Tang San felt muddled within his mind, as though it had been filled with lead.
He instinctively tried to sit up, only to discover that some unknown force had bound his body, leaving him completely unable to move.
The only thing he could do now was roll his eyes.
Tang San could feel himself breathing.
Yet, bizarrely, he could not control his body's breathing.
It was like Ghost Pressing Bed.
Other than his eyes, not a single part of his body could move.
However, what gave Tang San a slight surprise was that the body Qian Chaoguang had cut apart with a single slash had somehow returned.
Not only that, even his severed right leg and shattered bones had healed!
Could it be that the other party did not intend to kill him?
As Tang San thought this, his mind began to stir.
However, when he instinctively tried to circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he could no longer smile.
Where was my Mysterious Heaven Skill?
Where was my cultivation?
Where was my realm?
Where was my Spiritual Power?
Where was the Dragon God Bloodline