After training ended, Lin Sheng bid Sha Luo farewell and returned straight to Quiet Thunder Courtyard.
The purple flame burns on his arm still throbbed, but he used no medicine. Instead, he sat cross-legged in the cultivation room and circulated his flesh rule to slowly nourish the injured area.
Warm vitality flowed along his meridians to the burns. The charred, curled flesh smoothed out and regenerated at a visible pace. Within minutes, most of the deep purple scorch marks had faded, leaving only faint red traces.
Demigod-level rule attacks really are no trifling matter. Every one of these Wasteland Martial seeds has freakish combat strength. Common sense simply doesn't apply to them.
Lin Sheng clenched his fist, feeling the strength flowing through his arm as the thought crossed his mind.
Sha Luo's Purple Flame Explosive Fist was a powerful attack unleashed when pure flame rules condensed to a certain degree. It even carried a faint element of explosive force, making it far more powerful than an ordinary demigod's all-out strike.
With my current strength, even if I unleashed everything, I probably wouldn't gain much of an advantage against Sha Luo. I still can't underestimate the people of this world.
After all, the gulf between their realms remained. Facing a Wasteland Martial seed in the early demigod realm with a first limit break was already his limit. Anyone else at the first limit break would probably have been reduced to dust in a single move.
Sha Luo isn't the strongest among these geniuses. Against someone at the very top like Ling Yue, who's in the middle demigod realm, I probably wouldn't stand much of a chance.
Lin Sheng shook his head slightly. As Wasteland Martial seeds of the leading powers, these people had who knew how many unimaginable tricks at their