Mu Ji immediately spun the pointer. He didn't even look at the sword's edge. It made no difference whether he did or not—he couldn't escape by his own ability. Only the wheel, only this wheel could save his life. Bless me, talent. Bless me, talent. One more time. Just one more time. Luck—I had to get lucky.
The sword moved slowly. Xi Zu wasn't trying to kill him; she was testing him.
With a talent like this, Mu Ji could be very useful to the Eternal Clan if he wasn't a traitor. Once he comprehended Sequence Particles, he might even have a chance to compete for a place among the Seven Gods Heaven. Mu Ke wanted to kill a master like him, but Xi Zu wanted to make use of him even more.
The pointer stopped on Rebirth from the Dead.
Mu Ji's mouth fell open. He didn't move at all as the sword pierced his body, entering through his chest and stabbing into the ground. His body bent backward at an unnatural angle. One strike had killed him.
His face was twisted with the pain and anguish of his final moments.
Xi Zu watched calmly. He was already dead.
Zhong Pan and Wang Hou both stared at Mu Ji. They had seen the pointer stop on Rebirth from the Dead. Could he really come back to life?
Under their watchful eyes, Mu Ji's lifeless body twitched. Xi Zu's sword vanished, and Mu Ji's body crashed to the ground. His twisted expression changed abruptly. He coughed several times, clutched his chest, and gasped loudly. His pupils were unfocused, and it took quite a while for them to return to normal.
He looked up and saw the astonishment in the eyes of Xi Zu and the others. A chill flashed through