Ragged gasps reached his ears. Lin Xuan's appearance at that moment was wretched to the extreme—no, perhaps "wretched" was no longer enough to describe it.
Ever since he had set foot on the path of immortal cultivation, Lin Xuan had gone through countless storms of blood and gore, yet he had never suffered such grievous injuries before.
From head to toe, he was covered in wounds large and small. At his lower abdomen, there was even a hole the size of a bowl. Though no fresh blood flowed out, such an injury was still ghastly to behold.
If it had been any other Spirit Division Stage cultivator, their fleshly body would have long since been ruined. But Lin Xuan was different. The strength of his body was comparable to that of a Demon Race member of the same rank, perhaps even a little superior. Although his eyes were also filled with pain, injuries like these were still not enough to destroy his fleshly body and cause him to fall.
However, his combat strength had certainly been greatly reduced. Facing Taowu in such a state was no different from courting death.
Lin Xuan understood this situation clearly, and how could Taowu not know it perfectly well? Despite its terrifying appearance, its intelligence was not at all inferior to that of the Human Race.
The corner of its mouth tugged, faintly seeming to reveal a trace of a cold sneer. "Boy Lin, do you regret it now? To think you dared offend the dignity of this Demon Venerable again and again. Don't worry, I won't let you fall all at once. This Demon Venerable will make it so you can neither live nor die."
"Is that so?"
Lin Xuan's face still showed not the slightest fear.
The Tribulation Transcendence Stage was far