The man guessed that Su Yu was someone from outside the Gate, and in the end, he even traced him back to King Wen and the others.
Su Yu felt utterly helpless.
Why did he think that?
How inappropriate!
They were so old, while he was so young. What were they even thinking?
Yet this man was certain that no one inside the Gate could open the heavens. Clearly, he had absolute faith in his own intelligence and information. He believed only the news he had obtained was real, so he dared to imagine what others did not.
No one had considered that Su Yu might be someone from outside the Gate, but from the very beginning, this man had been certain Su Yu was connected to the outside.
At this moment, Su Yu merely watched him in silence.
The man's face was twisted with struggle, drenched in blood. He said painfully, "Can you... restore my strength? Heal my injuries a little. I can't bear it anymore!"
It hurt too much!
Su Yu looked at him and smiled. "Afraid of death?"
"Who isn't?"
The man was speechless. Who was not afraid of death?
Su Yu smiled again. "If you fear death, then we can talk. I thought you couldn't be reasoned with."
"..."
The man had no answer.
Su Yu waved a hand, and his aura recovered, instantly reaching the strength of twenty Daos. At that level, some injuries truly counted as minor wounds. They healed in an instant; his torn flesh rapidly mended.
Of course, his physical body was no longer as strong as before. His original body had been blown apart, and even after recovering, it could not return to its former strength. He still needed time to draw upon the power of the Great Dao and slowly