章 1948: That poor version of me

The colorful spear tip was, in truth, the tip of his Immortal Beheading Flag!

However, he could remember stabbing the flag toward the young man surnamed Song, so how did it end up in his own stomach?

"Are you surprised?" Song Shuhang said. "Hehe, I won't be explaining what happened to you, though."

I'll just let you waste your brain cells trying to figure out what happened!

And more importantly... Song Shuhang, himself, did not know the principles behind that move of the Indestructible Lord.

The Immortal with arms covered in eyes firmly gripped the battle flag and pulled it out. With that, the spear tip that had pierced into his abdomen was removed. Now, the Immortal Beheading Flag was tainted with the blood of an Immortal, and it was his own blood.

The Immortal yelled, "Karma— Ah!"

Before he could finish, another spear had pierced through his stomach.