"Hargghhh…!!" Peng Chi vomited blood. Despite using an earth element arcane art that covered his body with rock armor, Lan Xudao's sword still pierced his heart.
Peng Chi's body slowed Lan Xudao's thrust. He grabbed the inquisitor's hand and looked back at his sister. Everything was fine as long as he stopped the inquisitor from killing his sister. Peng Xuwa flew past him as he turned. He caught her expression. Her face showed no emotion. No gratitude nor grief from his sacrifice. He was both relieved and sad. Relieved because he had saved his sister's life, but sad because he failed to save his sister's consciousness.
Peng Xuwa, who had flown forward, swung her battlestaff. Lan Xudao's sword was still stuck in Peng Chi's chest. He reacted to the assault by lifting his left arm to block, only to be reminded that his left arm had been crippled.
