When the blood spurted out, Xu Zhengyuan felt his body totally relax. Half of that withering sword intent was still in his body, but it was unable to trap his energy anymore.
His left hand was still dry and withered, but it wasn't as deathly as before, instead brimming with life. Blood flowed unopposed all around.
A thousand feet to his left, all the wild grass had instantly withered, and then life sprouted once more, turning into green. In just ten breaths the area experienced the withering cycle several times, before finally showing no signs of life.
Xu Zhengyuan felt immense joy, like the giant rock on his back pressing him down for decades had finally shifted away. However, he still couldn't move. Although he could control his true Qi, but whatever method Zong Shou used, he still couldn't raise up his hands.
He could only stay still at the spot and listen to Zong Shou speak.