Xu Jinghui's body was filled with flying swords.
But the vitality of an immortal was incredibly tenacious. Even though his vital force was as thin as silk threads, Xu Jinghui still held on without taking his last breath. He glared at Duge, his eyes filled with resentment, "Scoundrel, may you not die a good death, Heavenly Master Xu will not let you go..."
"I can save you." Duge flipped open his palm, revealing an Immortal Pill within.
"..."
Xu Jinghui's voice came to an abrupt halt. He stared straight at the Immortal Pill in Duge's palm, his mouth involuntarily twitching a few times.
In this moment, he truly understood what was meant by the unpredictability of world affairs, the rapid changes of circumstances.