"Cough!"
Blood spilled over the chessboard.
Both the black and white pieces were dyed a ghastly, vivid red.
"Miss Nalan, are you alright?"
The deep and gentle voice rose from across the chessboard; the middle-aged man in a black robe with golden cloud patterns, pinching a chess piece between his fingers, was full of concern: "Shall we call it quits on this game of chess?"
"I... am uninjured."
Nalan Qiutong extended her palm, wiping her lip corner.
Her expression darkened as she stared at the blood spilled on the chessboard, her gaze fixing on the back of her hand.
The String Skill had been severed.
The Divine Thought shattered.
The final image that reached her Divine Sea was merely a streak of cold light—
Xie Zhen's Sword Qi, deadlier than any hand-to-hand combat skill!
"In this world, flesh wounds can be easily mended. But if one's Divine Sea is pierced by Sword Qi, damaging the Primordial Energy, one needs to properly meditate and heal."
