What sent a chill down the black shirt old man's spine was that Zong Shou's body still hadn't collapsed.
A breeze blew across. The lightning winged sword in Zong Shou's hand broke into pieces. The true qi and soul power he borrowed also dissipated. Zong Shou himself lost support and fell towards the ground.
Wei Xu pursed his lips, stepping on the air and over, catching Zong Shou's body. Without even needing to look, he knew that this fellow was unconscious.
He had far exceeded his expectations.
Although before this he had already used a spell to protect Zong Shou's body from dissipating, he was still not at ease and checked Zong Shou's meridians.
His heart was still filled with emotions. Junior Brother, do you know that even with your sword intent merging, martial and spirit merging, neither made me more surprise than the final sword.
The experts never yielded and never gave up.