The Sword Talisman had only just activated when Qin Yang thrust a finger almost directly into the oncoming Sword-Ray.
No one had expected this attack to come so suddenly.
A Golden Core cultivator's finger strike was incredibly fast. Caught off guard, Song Yan took the hit.
"-"
This was his first time taking a Golden Core cultivator's attack head-on.
Well, he had not actually withstood it.
He had not had time to deploy a single defense, nor had he managed to invoke the Void Sword Chapter.
He did not even let out a cry of pain.
In a single exchange, he felt every bone in his body shatter and every meridian snap.
Had the Sword Talisman's light not forced Qin Yang to draw back some of his power, greatly diminishing the force of that finger strike, he would probably have breathed his last right then.
But his present state seemed little different.
Not only was his flesh torn apart, but Demonic Qi and bloody flames burned all over him.
Two distinct kinds of suffering, icy cold and searing pain, spread through his body and tormented him.
Everything before his eyes was pitch-black.
Faintly, he could still hear Xiao Ju calling.
It's all right. It's all right.
Song Yan told himself that, at least at this very moment, he was not dead yet.
But his consciousness was already blurring, and his breath grew weaker and weaker, as though a passing breeze could extinguish it.
"-"
Qin Xijun stared in shock as Song Yan's vitality gradually faded. She could not utter a word, and her ears rang.
"Master!" Xiao Ju's cry tore at the heart. She desperately tried to rush over, but Nangong Ling held her fast beside her.
"Miss Ju, don't act rashly!"
Watching Song Yan's life rapidly drain away in