Lu Maozhi ground his molars, his mouth filling with the rusty tang of blood, mixed with an indescribable bitterness and resentment that threatened to devour his reason.
He had never imagined Chen Sheng could be so terrifying.
In particular, Chen Sheng's strange and tyrannical Evil Qi had completely suppressed his own Cyan Blade Evil Qi. Every time their Evil Qi clashed, his Meridians would tremble and his qi and blood would stagnate, allowing him to exert only seventy to eighty percent of his full power.
'If not for that, with my peak Earth Fiend Cultivation and the exquisite Cyan Lotus Sword Technique, how could I have lost so decisively, so pathetically?'
However, the reality was as cold as iron, leaving no room for debate.
Lowering his head slightly, Lu Maozhi glanced at the faint silver Soft Armor visible through the tears in his cyan robe.
