Cultivators' vitality is indeed formidable.
With a large hole gashed into his right chest and his Dantian pierced by a blade, Qin Weishu had yet to die. He even had enough energy to speak, though his voice, tinged with a smile, trembled due to his injuries:
"Truly... what a pity."
"...."
The response to these cryptic words was a kick from Xu Yuan, coming from behind.
Qin Weishu instantly toppled forward in an ungainly heap, skidding a good distance from the hole that had been smashed, his bright red blood leaving a trail on the ground.
Glancing at the blood soaked into his concealed carry blade, Xu Yuan indifferently turned and began to walk slowly towards Xu Mengxi's location.
"Tap...."
"Tap...."
Listening to the footsteps receding from near to far, Qin Weishu struggled to turn his head, spitting out the blood-soaked dust.
He didn't continue to provoke; after defeat, further provocation would only look pitiful.