Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
The sword, An Xi, and Bell all toppled over.
Even Mu Ye, who lost all his limbs, was implicated by the sword. He couldn't even look at Xie Tian in shock, only able to stare in awe at the sky with his green eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Wah..."
The little Bell, frightened, burst into earth-shattering sobs.
Bell, who adored the little Bell, forgot to comfort her, staring at Xie Tian as if he'd seen a ghost.
"I'm seeing things; I must be seeing things..."
The sword shook his head vigorously, blinked, and looked again, only to find that the person clinging to Xie Tian's leg was the spitting image of the Xuan Zhi portrait he knew. He rolled his eyes back...
But as he was about to pass out, he managed to hold on with sheer defiance.
"Not seeing things; it must be a hallucination..."
Slap!
After hitting himself hard, finding the world spinning, the sword finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked cautiously...
"Ah! This is impossible!"
Bang!
