Xiao Fang's left eye continued to bleed as his breathing grew ragged.
"What happened?" the two Heavenly Fate disciples thought in disbelief.
Truthfully, they were just relieved it was over. That terrifying technique had lasted only a single breath — yet it was enough to make them want to flee rather than endure it again. If it had continued even a second longer, death might have seemed the kinder fate.
Still coughing up blood, Xiao Fang was just as confused.
Though his Death Reaper dantian remained dormant, both his saber and spear had previously managed to siphon Cursed Qi from it without issue. But when he attempted to do the same himself, the Qi turned volatile — burning his meridians and tearing his body apart from within.
'I should've known… Heavenly Qi isn't meant for a mortal body,' he thought bitterly.
His panting gradually slowed as he forced his breathing under control, his vitality returning bit by bit.
