He spat out a mouthful of dark red blood and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
People nearby immediately rushed forward to check on him, only to find Shanming barely breathing.
He was on the brink of death. His foundation had been grievously wounded, leaving him utterly crippled.
"Insolence!"
Monk Xuanbei of Golden Spring Temple's expression changed in an instant. Shanming was a genius of their younger generation, second only to Fazang, and was predestined to be a First Seat.
If Chen Sheng crippled him, the loss would be far too great.
He immediately roared in anger, leaped to Shanming's side, and used one hand infused with True Essence to protect his internal organs. Then, his once-compassionate eyes instantly turned cold and sinister.
"CLANG!"
Suddenly, the ring of a sword followed.
The Spirit Sword held by Sun Yuzhi was instantly unsheathed, landing in the ground before Monk Xuanbei.
The implication was simple.
