Concerns and Cherishing One's Life

The two faced each other, fresh blood dripping onto the black earth.

Li Chengjie's left arm was withered like a dead branch, its skin drawn tight, its flesh and blood shriveled.

Jiuyou's right shoulder had been cut open by the Immortal-Slaying Sword, leaving a wound so deep that the bone was visible. Black blood streamed down, soaking his gray-white robe. Jiuyou lowered his head and looked at the wound, his expression livid.

He had cultivated for several thousand years and had never been wounded this badly by a Yang Cultivator of the same level.

But he did not rush to attack. He Took a Deep Breath, and the wound on his right shoulder began to heal. The black blood stopped, and flesh and blood squirmed, but the healing was very slow.

His Wither and Decay was meant to strip away vitality, not to recover from injuries. A severed arm could be reattached, but lost vitality could not be replenished.

Li Chengjie did not move either. He lowered his head and looked at his withered left arm, the Way of Nirvana slowly circulating inside his body.

The Law of Fire flowed through his left arm, trying to drive away the withering power and restore vitality. But Jiuyou's withering power had sunk deep into the marrow; it could not be expelled in a short while.

Jiuyou looked at the withering power slowly receding from Li Chengjie's left arm and gave a cold smile. "Your Way of Nirvana is merely this."

Li Chengjie did not speak. He raised his hand, and the Immortal-Slaying Sword flew up from beside him, hovering before him. The Golden Patterns on the sword body slowly flowed, and crimson gold firelight danced along the blade.

He poured the Law of Fire into the Immortal-Slaying Sword. The flames on the