One Last Time

Yun Yang closed the door, keeping Jun Moyan outside the room.

Then, he stretched out his hand to grab Old Dugu’s right arm.

The arm, half of its original length, was the only thing he could hold on to on the old man’s entire body.

Although his left arm looked more intact than his right, the bones inside were all crushed. There was mystical Qi sustaining it, but now that Old Dugu was unconscious and stripped of his cultivation base, a careless move of his right arm might break it apart. It would then really be an issue to recover it!

As for the other parts of his body, they were mostly pulverized. No matter how cold a person’s heart was, he would not be able to look upon such horrible wounds without turning away.

Yun Yang was overwhelmed with grief; no longer able to endure it, his tears flowed like a broken dam.

He, a dispassionate man, was actually crying. His grief had honestly hit home while fury had also engulfed him whole!

His body trembled uncontrollably.