"Then I won't hold back. You're really impressive. That old guy was truly no match for you," Yan Yuchu rarely showed such admiration for a peer, speaking straightforwardly and without concealing his feelings.
"No match for him? You underestimate him," Qian Ji responded with a bitter smile.
Only then did Han Yan notice that there was a hint of a sickly flush on his face, and his breathing was irregular, clearly indicating he was injured.
"You're injured?" Han Yan asked in surprise, instinctively reaching out to hold his wrist and probing with her divine sense.
A trace of scorching and dark Qi was rampaging through his body, and even though he was suppressed, his Ninth Rank Sword Master's formidable Qi was unable to resist it in the slightest. Wherever the Qi passed, his meridians were shattered, and even his Qi Sea was severely damaged. If it weren't for Qian Ji and Huayue possessing extremely strong defenses, he would have long been rendered a cripple.
