Shen Qingyun gritted his teeth, blood seeping from his gums.
"Disciple... can endure! That little beast Gu Sheng... ah!"
With a tragic scream, the flesh at his broken right arm writhed, revealing white bones.
The grey-robed elder snorted coldly.
"Is it worth harboring such hatred for a mere disciple of a second-class sect?"
Hatred in Shen Qingyun's eyes nearly materialized.
"He... he has ties to Linyin Pavilion... and relationships with the Central State Sacred Land... ah! Master... the disciple feels aggrieved!"
"Calm down!"
The elder shouted sternly, striking Shen Qingyun's Heavenly Spirit cover with a palm.
"Activate 'Blood Prison Demon Technique', use this pain to break through the bottleneck!"
Three days later, the Bronze Hall doors opened.
Shen Qingyun stepped out, his right arm fully restored, his aura stronger than before.
"Congratulations Senior Brother Shen on breaking through to the Fourth Level of the Heavenly Martial Realm!"
