"Impressive technique..."
After severing the Red Dust Threads, Qing Qing Cang reined in the aura he had just unleashed. Calmly, he picked up his teacup and took a sip, suppressing the surging blood and qi in his throat. He appeared utterly composed.
There was no sign of weakness whatsoever.
Of course.
It was also a fact that Qing Qing Cang had suffered a setback.
A Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign's recovery ability was formidable, but it was not so absurd that he could fully recover in a single breath. Using killing moves normally meant for attacking opponents—two such moves, no less—on himself in succession, and even inside his own body, made these injuries far more painful to Qing Qing Cang than the twenty percent of spiritual energy he had lost on the surface.
He estimated that he would need at least a year of seclusion before he could return to his peak condition.
However, he also understood that Lu Yuan could now force him to use two great divine abilities merely with that thin red thread. Once Lu Yuan became a Heavenly Sovereign, if that thin red thread ever entangled him, even as a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign, he would most likely be unable to escape death.
Though he would not die immediately.
It would still be like having a timer attached to him.
If he could not kill Lu Yuan, the instigator, before the timer ran out, he would be drained dry and turned into a withered skeleton.
It sounded very simple.
But it was extremely difficult in practice.
After all, the Red Dust Threads constantly absorbed power.
At the very instant he had activated his Clan Tattoo and Spirit Vein, he had even sensed that thin red thread burrowing deeper into his bloodline.
Had he not wiped it out