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Lian Changzhi bared the bloodstained corner of his mouth, cold air laced with ice crystals spilling through the gaps between his teeth.
Agony spread from where the bone spike had pierced his Left Leg Bone and from his shoulder blade, but what hurt even more was the emptiness of the Lower Soul Nest after his Soul Power had been overdrawn, and the burning sensation in his meridians.
This wound was not light.
He forced himself not to drop fully to one knee, keeping his back straight only by bracing himself on the Diamond Heavy Sword planted in the ground, yet his gaze could not help turning toward the battlefield to the east-northeast.
In the direction of the tottering pavilion—that was where the most crucial Core Flame of this battle lay: the Chen Clan's Kirin Prodigy and that future "Young Mistress."
He, Lian Changzhi, had not hesitated to stake everything he had, throwing in his lot with his grandson to seek refuge with the Chen Clan... After fighting to this point, even his level eighty-four cultivation was nearly at the end of its rope...
"This bloodbath... can count as my pledge of allegiance..."
He kept his voice extremely low, the hoarse words audible only to himself. "Whether it burns fiercely enough or not... whether it can light up the eyes of the Chen Clan and that Grandma..."
Success or failure hinged on this one move.
He needed a backer who, from this day forward, could shelter the Lian Clan under its new foundation, and perhaps even feed back into the Glazed Tile Holy Hall in the future.
The Chen Clan was the biggest stake he had placed right now.
These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
Lian Changzhi