As the blade flashed, the Blood-Sweating Divine Blade came crashing down, about to strike Lu Huanong.
At that moment, the jade pendant in Guihai Yidao's chest lit up. The figure of 'Guihai Bailian' was dispersed by a surge of righteous energy, and a gentle power shot into Guihai Yidao's mind, clearing his enchanted and confused eyes instantly.
"No!"
"Mother, move aside!!"
The Blood-Sweating Divine Blade was descending too fast, with too much inertia. Even though Guihai Yidao had reacted, it was too late.
"No!"
"No!!"
Lu Huanong closed her eyes, resigning herself to death in the face of Guihai Yidao's strike.
Guihai Yidao's expression was one of extreme pain and agony. He wanted to stop everything but could only watch as the Blood-Sweating Divine Blade fell toward Lu Huanong.
At that moment, Guihai Yidao realized that he'd rather kill himself than strike his mother. He was wrong to question her. He had already lost his father; he couldn't lose his mother too.