No matter how strong the cultivator was, once the heart was being stabbed, he should be dead, right?
Ning Que remained alert, because the old monk's state and potential were way beyond any opponent he had ever met. He was not sure of the survival skill of the other party, who was five states above him.
Hence, he did not remove the blade immediately. Instead, he stared into the eyes of the old monk who was right in front of him. He was searching for any sign of life in the old monk's frail-looking eyes. He turned his wrist with a jerk, destroying the old monk's heart directly with his cold, hard blade.
The old monk's body shook violently as he covered his chest in pain, but he did not die instantly.
Ning Que frowned, as he prepared to pull out the podao to chop off his opponent's head.