In the Central Heaven Realm, within a primeval mountain range stretching for millions of miles, the Emperor's Sword Master had died in battle. Ning Chen seized the Kunwu Divine Sword, but just as he was about to leave, Purple Lightning Battle Divine General's will to survive moved him.
Ning Chen had been bathed in blood his entire life and had experienced countless brushes with death. More than anyone, he understood the despair of lingering at death's door.
Was he afraid? Of course he was. Before death, no one could transcend it.
Ning Chen walked up to Purple Lightning and reached out to tear away the divine armor on her body.
As the close-fitting divine armor came off, Purple Lightning's fair skin was revealed, glistening like jade.
Purple Lightning gave a soft cry. Driven by a woman's instinct, she tried to cover the spring scenery before her chest.
However, severely injured as she was, Purple Lightning could no longer move and could only let her skin remain exposed before him.
"Don't move around."
Ning Chen shouted coldly, stopping her from moving. He raised his right hand, pressed two fingers together into a sword, and the sword intent around him surged rapidly.
Hearing his icy shout, Purple Lightning's body trembled, and she did not dare move again.
Within the ruined primeval mountain range, Ning Chen treated Purple Lightning's injuries, his expression exceptionally grave.
A horrifying sword wound stretched across Purple Lightning's body, from her left shoulder all the way to her right ribs. Flesh had split open, and bone was visible.
Kunwu sword intent lingered over the wound, still relentlessly devouring Purple Lightning's life force.
Ning Chen formed a sword finger with his right hand, using sword intent to disperse sword intent and prevent Purple Lightning's injuries from worsening further.
"Ugh!"
Sword