"By logic, there is no chance of surviving this sword the moment it goes through the heart. Xia Dongting would only be able to let out a soft sigh or noise, and definitely not that powerful cry just now!"
Zhan Mubai said, "I dare say, if we cut open the wound to take a closer look, the sword wound is definitely odd!"
Hai Wuya frowned and considered for a while, before lifting the sword in his hand and cutting open Xia Dongting's body from the center.
Zhan Mubai squatted down and carefully opened it. "Brother Hai, come and look."
Without needing him to say anything, Hai Wuya also widened his eyes in shock.
The answer was right before their eyes. The tip of the sword had accurately aimed at the vital part of the chest of the heart, but it was also intentionally slanted by a centimeter, not entering the heart directly but wounding the side of the heart.