Liu Li was no exception.
She was an Artifact, but that did not mean she could live forever. After her sword thrust missed, her upper body was pinned by an icy crystal pillar, leaving her nowhere to dodge. The raging frost wind tore her apart on the spot, leaving only two legs standing where she had been.
Sorry, Chen Xuan thought. Even if this was only a dream, he still felt a trace of guilt.
According to his plan, after he shoved Rin away, she would go from dying on the spot to being severely wounded. He would then rescue her from the scene, pretend to care for her, and perhaps uncover clues about inheriting abilities. As the saying went, a dying person spoke kindly; on the verge of death, her guard would surely have loosened considerably.
Yet now she looked perfectly fine, while he was the one about to die.
Chen Xuan also realized where the problem lay: Rin had shouted his name. Liu Li had probably been suspicious and changed her intention from killing the enemy to taking a live captive at the last minute, so her sword had not struck a vital point. Then, when Rin was pushed aside, that deflected sword pierced straight through Chen Xuan—and he had already used up the Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell Technique.
The course of the dream had now become completely different from history.
Liu Li had died in battle, and the victor was Rin of the Mechanism Arbitration Court.
Chen Xuan sighed—though all he could do now was spit out a few strings of bloody bubbles.
Even though the Living Dead and the Heavenly Glow True Law were doing their utmost to sustain his breath, injuries that had utterly ruined his heart and lungs were basically beyond saving. At