The face of Heavenly Sword True Lord was as pale as paper, his lips dry and cracked, and his aura weak and disordered. His originally clear and sharp eyes had now turned somewhat turbid, filled with exhaustion and pain. The fierce battle with the giant python-form World-Devouring Beast just moments ago had exhausted most of his Spiritual Power. His left arm was fiercely bitten by the giant python, the bone almost snapping entirely. Had he not reacted with extreme speed, circulating his entire Sword Dao Power to protect his meridians, and had the elders beside him not provided timely support, his entire arm would likely have been completely ruined.
Even after his fellow sect disciples reattached his severed arm using precious Healing Pills, the pain deep in his bone marrow and the erosion of the poisonous mist still caused his whole body to tremble, leaving him with scarcely enough strength even to raise a hand.
"Help him sit down." The voice of the Tianyuan City Lord was deep and hoarse, carrying an imperceptible tremor. Two disciples hurriedly supported Heavenly Sword True Lord and seated him on a stone stool upon the high platform. The moment Heavenly Sword True Lord sat down, he could not help letting out a muffled grunt. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeped from his forehead, his complexion grew even paler, and a wisp of faint blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He slowly raised his right hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, and spoke in a weak voice: "City Lord, this disciple is incompetent. I failed to slay the opponent promptly, causing even more of our peers to perish in vain."
The Tianyuan City Lord shook his head and walked to his side, his gaze filled with pity and