Dugu Nian's brow was marked with a sword wound, blood trickling down her cheek.
Meng Jun Lai's form trembled, visibly withering away at a speed perceptible to the naked eye, but a smile unfurled across his face.
"To be able to wield such a sword in this life is enough for me," Meng Jun Lai laughed heartily, his life force nearly depleted. Even if he doesn't die this moment, he wouldn't live past a fortnight.
Dugu Nian reached out to touch the sword scar on her brow, her hand smeared with a bit of blood, her face expressionless.
"You've wounded me, not bad at all," Dugu Nian spoke indifferently, the cut on her brow disappearing instantaneously.
Meng Jun Lai was unconcerned; he had never hoped his sword strike would kill the Hall Master of the Sky Swallowing Palace, just wounding the opponent was enough for him.
After all, there was a chasm in realms between the two; even with the Sword of Supreme Abyss in Meng Jun Lai's possession, he couldn't bridge that gap.
