Battle Against the Royal Fighting Team (Part 2)

Shi Mo had taken a severe beating from Zhao Xuan and was already as pale as wax, his complexion frighteningly awful. Most importantly, he had not suffered external injuries, but internal ones!

They said it took a hundred days to heal damaged muscles and bones, but once the deeper internal organs were injured, recovery would take far longer than a hundred days. In serious cases, it could even leave lifelong complications.

His younger brother, Shi Mo, transformed the tortoise shell in his hands into sixteen nearly identical diamond-shaped armor plates. The pitch-black, gleaming plates reflected the dazzling lights overhead.

His eyes widened in fury as he shouted, "Tortoise Shell Explosion!"

Zhao Xuan did not know why some soul masters liked to roar out the names of their soul skills. Perhaps it made them seem more imposing, perhaps it gave them greater pressure. But that angry shout was far less convincing than the sight before him.

The tortoise shell, now split into sixteen diamond-shaped plates, spun as it flew toward Zhao Xuan. Each plate followed a different trajectory. In the blink of an eye, the sixteen plates blanketed the sky like layers of rolling black clouds, rumbling as they descended.

The plates whistled through the air with howling wind. Their edges were thin while their centers were thick. That thin edge might have been a weakness earlier, but now it had become the most terrifying killing weapon.

Even Zhao Xuan had no choice but to temporarily avoid their edge. His divine sense instantly spread out, while the Thunder Runes within his body were activated to their limit in an instant.

Zhao Xuan's aura became as heavy as mountains and seas. Beneath that terrifying pressure, even Shi Mo's incoming tortoise-shell plates seemed to tremble.

If he had not suppressed his strength and