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"I've actually survived."
"I was born with a right-sided heart." Sui Zaihua said casually, his entire skeleton completely spread out, having died in his thirties, stood at the second layer of Jade Stage of Xuanmen, quite a promising young man.
"But that didn't save my life," said the old man.
...
The man was not thinking about feigning death in that instant.
In a furious backlash, he suddenly turned around, him and his two friends of similar age and similar paths now engaged in a life-and-death struggle. But just after four exchanges, Qu Zhu cruelly stabbed his sword into his chest once more, while at the same moment, a cold and ghastly wind behind him halted abruptly; Sui Zaihua felt his heart contract, an icy palm had already been pressed against his back.
His skin tore like a burst bubble, blood saturated his clothes in an instant, and Sui Zaihua staggered back two steps, fell silently with his mouth agape, like a battered sack.
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"You survived that?"