The piercing agony and scent of death from the blade's thrust jolted Great Emperor Dongyao back to his senses. He felt himself being pulled away, and because of that, Feng Jiu's strike had pierced him but missed his vital organs.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
The emperor who had saved him roared in a dark voice, "She deliberately distracted you so her opponent could strike! If I hadn't pulled you back just now, you'd be dead by her blade!"
Blood seeped from the wound on his shoulder, barely a fist's width from his heart. A bone-chilling sword qi radiated from the wound, like an icy blade burrowing into his flesh, sending shivers of unbearable pain through him.
Warm blood soaked a large patch of his chest, the metallic scent filling his nostrils and it brought a sudden clarity to his mind.
