Schemes Cannot Account for Everything

The scene fell silent for a moment. Tian Panzi clutched his chest and retreated several miles, frowning slightly.

With his strength, an opponent of the same level naturally could not possibly kill him in a single blow; at most, they could injure him. He could force down his injuries and continue fighting, even appear unharmed for a short while. On the surface, Yazi's desperate betrayal seemed to have achieved little, but the aftereffects it caused were troublesome—extremely troublesome.

With injuries, it was not merely a matter of how severe they were. It also depended on who had inflicted them.

For example, wounds from an ordinary person's blade, even if tendons were extracted and bones broken, could only be considered external injuries. A dose of immortal medicine could regrow severed limbs in an instant. But injuries inflicted by an opponent at the Supreme Clarity Formless realm, even if minor, often carried the mysteries of the Great Dao and flaws in the laws. Recovering from them was harder than scaling the heavens.

Both had been weak and recovering, yet Liusu had failed to recover even after tens of thousands of years, searching everywhere for medicinal herbs until her head nearly split open, only to remain as she was. Meanwhile, the dog could recover simply by eating, because the reasons for their weakness were different.

Tian Panzi had been injured by Qiu Niu. It was not something ordinary pills could easily heal, much less something he could recover from through meditation. Amid the present surging tides and rolling waves, this one blow might force him from the stage forever, perhaps even cause his downfall.

This truly counted as trading one life for another.

Even Tian Panzi, whose cultivation had long made it difficult for anything to stir his Seven Emotions and Six Desires,