Xiao Xiang didn’t have time to feel fear and even more so didn’t have time to think. In this instant, he only felt as if the light that surrounded his entire body was a bit glaring, his body a bit ice-cold.

It was also right at this time that Tangcang’s number one sword master Han Xuzi’s small ivory sword reached three inches in front of Yun Hai’s chest.

“Not human… also not human…”

The endless bell sounds from within the little white-clothed monk Yun Hai’s body sounded again. As this line outsiders couldn’t understand sounded, his mouth released a streak of light golden blood.

Han Xuzi released a miserable cry from within.

He could sense the power of the strand of blood Yun Hai spat out… the biting cold and boldly advancing sword intent.

He never expected that he would have to face his own sword one day!

His sword still continued to enter Yun Hai’s body. He could kill Yun Hai, understanding that even though Sanskrit Temple’s people had tremendous divine abilities, they...