For a Dou Sheng-level expert, even if their body was somewhat damaged, the impact would not be that great. As long as they found suitable medicinal pills and had enough time, they could always recover.
But Ling Xuanmo's situation was completely different. In a state of utter exhaustion, his body had been severed by that lightning-fast sword strike. That meant the destructive power of that strike had already cut off the vitality within him entirely.
The expression on Ling Xuanmo's face remained twisted. Extreme pain and unwillingness mingled together. The Dou Qi within him had yet to dissipate, and he even had enough strength left to clutch his blood-soaked lower body, trying to piece his two halves back together.
Watching this bloody and cruel scene, Xiao Yan felt a wave of discomfort rise within him. It was not because he was soft-hearted, but because he simply did not like such scenes. He had always believed that even against one's enemies, unless they were utterly vile, there was no need to deliberately torture or humiliate them. Giving them a swift end was the respect a strong person ought to show.
Zi Yan had expended too much energy, so Xiao Yan had her rest where she was before flying straight toward Ling Xuanmo.
Xiao Yan's tone was calm and cold. "Back in the battle at the Pill Tower, your punch nearly destroyed all my vitality. Now you have fallen beneath my sword. Let me send you on your final journey and end all of this!"
Ling Xuanmo looked at Xiao Yan and listened to his calm words. To his surprise, a ripple truly arose in his heart. The thought he had stubbornly clung to—that he should force his two severed halves back together—was like a flame doused by cold water.
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