"Xu'er was actually defeated?"
Looking at Zhao Xu lying in a pool of blood, the Zhao Family Ancestor felt as if he had been struck by lightning, unable to regain his senses for a long time.
This was the prodigy on whom the Zhao Family had placed high hopes!
He was the family descendant most likely to break through to the Nirvana Realm and succeed him!
Yet in front of Lu Yuan, he was so utterly vulnerable.
Even after using all his means, he was still killed in a single strike, completely unable to resist.
Moreover, in the path of cultivation, it demands bold advancement, and it is a matter of pride.
But now Zhao Xu was so thoroughly defeated, and with his veins severed, even if he could be barely saved, his Tao heart would collapse, leaving him no possibility of cultivation.
Thinking of this.
The Zhao Family Ancestor's gaze became increasingly dim, as if he had lost all his essence, qi, and spirit in an instant, aging several decades.
