Chen Dao’s grave injury

"Ah!"

Chen Dao cried out in alarm. Due to the force from behind, he could not stop his body from thrusting forward. Right away, the scarlet-beaked blood eagle raised its sharp beak to peck at Chen Dao's lumbar spine. 

His face turned pale in an instant. When the piercing pain hit him, all he could hear was the sharp, clear sound of his bones breaking. That crisp and distinct sound reverberated in his mind. Then, he was trampled by the scarlet-beaked blood eagle and fell down from mid-air.

Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to hear Luo Heng's shout of shock and anger.

"Senior Brother Chen…"

Luo Heng exclaimed angrily and looked at the man who was running away with Chen Dao's flying sword. He cursed him angrily, "Bastard!"