Xu Jinghui was pierced all over with flying swords.

Yet, the vitality of his immortal body was incredibly tenacious. Even though he was barely clinging to life, Xu Jinghui still managed to hold on without breathing his last. He glared at Du Ge, his eyes filled with resentment. "You scoundrel, you won't die a good death. Master Xu won't let you off..."

"I can save you." Du Ge opened his palm, revealing an elixir in his hand.

"......"