A steely gray glow, as Tianshi'ao brandished his weapon, cleaved through Luo Xian's defenses. It swept past in an instant, and blood gushed out from beneath her white dress.
Luo Xian knelt on the ground, blankly lowering her head to look at the slash on her chest.
Immediately after, Tianshi'ao heard the continuous, cracking sounds from within his own body, as if demolished by the force of thunder. Every joint and muscle let out a painful wail.
He was severely injured.
Just one punch had completely crushed him. Had he not been a Fourth Stage Sublimator, perhaps he would have been pulverized by that punch, right?
But now, the outcome was decided.
"Sorry, girl... it was an ignoble victory, but I must survive."
He coughed violently, spitting out shattered viscera. He no longer looked at Luo Xian, who had been sliced at the waist by the Tengu Transcription, and stumbled forward, staggering toward the bottle of medicine.
He reached out, trying to pick up the bottle.
