Finally, after who knows how long, the pain finally subsided. Lu Xuan gradually woke up from his state of unconsciousness. His eyes slowly opened. The hands on his head slowly loosened. He was deeply gasping for breath.
This pain came quickly and left quickly, but this time’s pain, compared to last night’s, could be described as worse. Although the pain was already past, Lu Xuan thought back to it and couldn’t help but be scared.
Turning his head and looking to the side, right now the Second Brother had already turned into a cold corpse. The sword qi had directly penetrated his heart. How could he have survived. It was said that once a martial artist had cultivated to the peak, not only could they regenerate their limbs, as long as their soul wasn’t extinguished, they could live forever, but a body refining martial artist naturally was far from achieving that step.