As blood dripped from the Flower Burial Sword, the blood contained powerful saint energy that produced a huge sound whenever it dropped.0

The surroundings fell silent as everyone’s heart began pumping rapidly, and fear rose. They had no idea whose blood it was.0

Ao Jue and Mu Xiuhan wore grave expressions because they weren’t too sure either, and that blood seemed to be the heart’s blood. After stabbing through the heart, one would be heavily injured even if they weren’t dead.0

Just when everyone was feeling anxious, Wang Jue threw out a mouthful of blood as he looked at Lin Yun in disbelief before falling to his knees, clutching his chest. Blood was pouring from his chest as he coughed, and the aura he gave off also began to decline.0

“What a pity…” Lin Yun looked helpless. It was a pity that he wasn’t able to kill Wang Jue in the previous strike. When his sword came in contact with Wang Jue’s heart, he suddenly felt an ancient aura obstructing him that...0