Before Zhou Haizhou could fathom what was happening, Little Song had penetrated the True Yuan defense at his throat!
With a snap, Zhou Haizhou's windpipe was crushed by Little Song!
"You... hiss..."
Zhou Haizhou pointed at Qin Yu and let out a series of hoarse sounds, feeling the Life Fire within him swiftly extinguishing! He could no longer hold onto the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand.
Qin Yu caught the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and looked expressionlessly at Zhou Haizhou, "You must be wondering how I can still stand, how I can still grasp your wrist, when all the tendons in my hands and feet have been cut, right?"
"Hiss..." Zhou Haizhou nodded slightly.
"Only two-thirds of my tendons were severed; one-third remains connected! Wrapping the broken parts with True Yuan, I can still move for a short time!"
Hearing this, the light in Zhou Haizhou's eyes slowly faded away, understanding his situation, he could die without resentment!
