"Not good!"
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he realized something was amiss.
He saw 'Zhu Yuxian' suddenly extend her left palm, a layer of crimson firelight coiling around it, then fiercely slashing towards her own chest.
The firelight was sharper than any Divine Weapon, instantly tearing open a bloody gash on her chest.
She extended her left hand, reaching into the wound, and then grasped something resembling a bone, pulling it out inch by inch.
It was the Three Burial Sabers crafted by Princess Consort Xiang!
Back then, the blade pierced directly into Zhu Yuxian's chest, almost tearing her heart apart.
Zhu Yuxian simply refined this Divine Weapon, forged from her mother's and brothers' corpses, truly into her chest's rib.
She had once smiled to Lu Chengfeng and said, "I suppose this counts as a reunion, wouldn't you say?!"
