It worked.
Jiang Yuanshan spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his lower abdomen...
He had almost forgotten—truly almost forgotten—that he could be hurt too.
It had been too many years.
When he was young, he had fought countless brutal battles. So many times, he had stood on the brink of death, and he had endured them all.
As a man of the Jiang Family, he had to endure. No one could take his place, and no one would protect him like a child.
In Jiang Shang's words: this was the fate of Jiang Family men. If you had never experienced true desperation, you did not count as a Jiang Family man.
As his strength rapidly grew, he climbed faster and higher. The farther up he went, the fewer people he found.
Many people lost the will to resist the moment they heard his name, willingly submitting to him.
Sometimes, he even missed it—the feeling of having a fierce, satisfying battle against an evenly matched opponent, a battle of will, strength, wisdom, and foundations!
But no one could hurt him.
Important figures would not dare strike at him without restraint.
Small fry did not even warrant his personal attention. One subordinate was enough to handle them.
But today, he was hurt.
The Eight Immortals Heavenly Tribulation had actually been broken!
Jiang Yuanshan looked at the three young men, who were already on the verge of collapse and could only remain standing by supporting one another. His gaze was complicated.
Long Aotian's recovery ability was already astonishing.
Even more terrifying was that King's Aura possessed incredibly powerful resistance against the elemental damage of the Eight Immortals Heavenly Tribulation!
Worthy of being the number one true qi on the Heavenly Dao rankings!
None but me!
Zhao Ritian was not the only one