PFFT!
Just as he finished speaking, Yun Wuxin coughed up blood. Golden Saint Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his aura weakening.
"Senior!"
Wang Xiu was startled. With the other Saints gone, they would all be in danger if Yun Wuxin were to fall.
"It's nothing... just a minor injury, not worth mentioning..." Yun Wuxin took out several Elixirs and swallowed them. His hair was in disarray, and a look of indignation still lingered in his eyes as he stared at the sky. "That old dog Tao Fan... If he hadn't sold himself out for an extreme boost in combat power, I could have taken him down in minutes!"
[Ding!]
[Detected someone bragging nearby. Congratulations to the Host for gaining Mana +1,444!]
His condition was dire, yet he continued to curse defiantly, his heart filled with unwillingness. "That damn Tao Fan! When he entered the Holy Realm, I could already see that his Dao Heart wasn't righteous. He was never a good person, and sure enough... he became a human traitor!"
