Before Tang San could beg for mercy again, the Peerless Blade, wrapped in a mysterious power, had already chopped down at his head, instantly cutting into Tang San's soul body.
Tang San only felt his vision go black, and then he completely passed out.
When he woke again, he found himself inside a room, lying on a cold metal bed that reflected no light.
The hard, chilly bed board made his bones ache.
Tang San instinctively looked around. The surroundings resembled the layout of a "clinic," filled with all kinds of instruments he did not recognize.
A strange, pungent medicinal scent—the smell of disinfectant—filled Tang San's nose, making him feel somewhat...
Hiss.
Where was he?
Tang San felt groggy, as if his mind had been filled with lead.
He instinctively wanted to sit up, only to discover that his body was restrained by some unknown force and could not move at all.
The only thing he could do now was move his eyes.
Tang San could feel himself breathing.
But strangely, he could not control his own breathing.
It was like sleep paralysis.
Aside from his eyes, not a single part of his body could move.
However, what gave Tang San a slight sense of pleasant surprise was that the body Qian Chaoguang had severed with one blade had actually returned.
Not only that, even his severed right leg and shattered bones had healed as well!
Could it be that the other party did not intend to kill him?
As Tang San thought this, his mind began to stir.
However, when he subconsciously tried to circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he could no longer smile.
Where was my Mysterious Heaven Skill!
Where was my cultivation!
Where was my realm!
Where was my Mental Power!
Where was the Dragon God Bloodline