It's a pity that such a brute blade intent comes at the cost of his life.
"Tell my master... about my slash..."
Duanmu Jin clutched Fu Heng's forearm, and after saying this last sentence, he completely breathed his last.
Despite looking like a spirited young man, he wielded techniques fit for a desperate man at the end of his road.
Fu Heng closed his eyes for him, sighing inwardly:
"If only we could return..."
Even he had no more hope of survival by this point.
He trusted that silent blind junior brother of his. When he returned one time to report a task completed, he was shocked by the many achievements of the Divine Son recorded in the merit book; over the past six months, there wasn't a single failure in dozens of missions, no matter how terrifying the evil he faced.
Yet he felt he probably wouldn't hold out until the Divine Son concluded this trial.
