Chu Heng stepped back two steps, red light spreading in his palm, the bleeding quickly stopping, and the wound that was once deep enough to expose bone started healing at a visibly fast pace.
Soon it was as good as new, leaving only a shallow knife scar.
Chen Mo raised his eyebrow slightly.
This healing speed is comparable to Vitality Essence.
Looks like that strange feeling earlier wasn't wrong, Chu Heng indeed has something fishy going on...
"I still haven't settled the matter from last time with you. Do you really think my Prince Yu Mansion is made of mud?" Chu Heng's tone was icy, and a blood-colored long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The sword was three feet long, sharpened on both sides, curved like a wave, with a blood-red blade engraved with two golden lines.
Even from afar, one could feel its sharp, unparalleled aura.
