Long Aotian could not understand.
He felt that even if they had lost, there was no need to be this terrified, was there?
What was this supposed to be!?
So damn cowardly.
Medicine Elder stretched out a hand, sending out a stream of true qi to steady Liu Bo's emotions.
He looked at Liu Bo, his heart aching.
After all, Liu Bo was his most cherished great-granddisciple. At his age, he had long since stopped wanting to involve himself in Jianghu affairs.
For the rest of his life, he had only wanted to see Liu Bo become a first-rate talent, so that the Black Death God Art would not die out without an heir.
But today, seeing Flame of Death after Flame of Death bloom from Lu Chengwen, let alone Liu Bo, even Medicine Elder himself was utterly shocked.
What kind of person could die seven times!?
Was this some kind of joke!? And Lu Chengwen seemed born to practice the Black Death God Art, seizing the initiative in an instant.
He could even unleash a move like Veiling Heaven Curtain in an instant!
One had to know, no one had ever trained or taught him!
Liu Bo still could not use such a move, yet Lu Chengwen had directly activated Veiling Heaven Curtain solely through instinct and rage. Was that talent, or an advantage gained from dying seven times?
Medicine Elder did not know either. He himself had only experienced near death once; he had no way of knowing what it felt like for someone who had died seven times to face the Black Death God Art.
Medicine Elder said, "My two worthy nephews. Liu Bo is a junior descendant of my branch, with decent talent and a diligent nature. We have shared the same experiences, and he alone