No one can survive an explosion like that.
Perhaps a Big Wizard might.
"He must have perished along with those demons." Zhang Ji Xin's flushed face took on a hint of purple, faintly pulsating with an emotion called "admiration": "A true warrior, unwavering battle spirit in the face of death, and an unyielding determination to oppose evil… Great and glorious! If he were in my family, such an act would earn him a place in the ancestral shrine, enjoying incense from future generations."
Perhaps he thought the greatest glory in this world was to enjoy the incense offerings in the Zhang family's ancestral shrine.
Jiang Yu bit her lip uneasily.
Although she had a good relationship with Zheng Qing, she still felt Zhang Ji Xin's "sentiment" was somewhat off.
