Yang Ruxin initially felt pain but later lost all sensation. She couldn't help but exchange a terrified look with Gu Qingheng, for they both felt that the sword seemed to have stopped thrusting forward.
Neither dared to let go. What if the other became violent again?
No one knew how much time had passed when the originally lustrous white blade suddenly turned red.
Those outside all stared wide-eyed at this eerie sight.
The blade grew redder and redder until it finally emitted a blinding red light, forcing everyone to cover their eyes instinctively. When the red light dissipated and people opened their eyes again, they discovered that the Blood-drinking Sword had dropped to the ground and both Gu Qingheng and Yang Ruxin seemed to have fainted.
"Xinxin, young Master Gu..." Wan Song hurriedly ran over.
Wan Quan followed him in.