Chapter 522: Harvest
Inside the sealed cabin, the Xu cultivator sprang to his feet from the couch.
His face was somewhat pale. After a while, he reached up and touched his neck, where he seemed still able to feel the chilling cold left by the passing sword edge.
That dazzlingly white sword light still lingered in his mind.
He had never before experienced being slain in the lower realm, yet what he had felt just now was as though he had truly been killed. The shock to his mind was undoubtedly immense.
Once his emotions had calmed somewhat, a surge of anger rose in his heart.
He had been the one to seek Zhang Yu out for this battle. It should have been he who smoothly scattered Zhang Yu's power projection and thereby fulfilled his own intent. Yet in the end, he had not even finished a single sentence before Zhang Yu killed him with one stroke.
The frustration, vexation, and fury all gathered in his chest, making him feel as if he were about to explode.
As if drawn forth by his emotions, that ox-like, horse-like phantom appeared once more. He could only strive to soothe the restless visualization diagram.
Thinking carefully back on what had happened, he truly had not expected Zhang Yu to attack without saying a word. Otherwise, how could he possibly have been cut down by a single sword stroke?
He tried examining himself. Since his power projection had been slain, he had lost a portion of his strength.
This was not particularly serious to begin with; a few days of meditation would have been enough to restore it.
But the problem was that he had gone there to fulfill his intent. Not only had he failed to get what he wanted, he had suffered