Ancestor Yinsha sped north, only landing in a stretch of remote wilderness after leaving the borders of Cloud Province far behind.
He staggered as his feet touched the ground, bracing himself against a dead tree beside the road and taking several ragged breaths. The true essence churning in his chest surged ceaselessly like boiling water.
"Such formidable strength."
Ancestor Yinsha could not help raising a hand to cover his mouth. He gave two muffled coughs, and a thread of dark red blood seeped between his fingers, dripping onto the dead leaves and spreading into a dusky flower.
He looked down at the blood between his fingers, the ashen gray cast of his gaunt face deepening.
Ancestor Yinsha had rampaged through Nether Province for thirty years and exchanged blows with Grandmasters several times, but never once had he been injured this badly.
Not only had the Baleful Intent Armor over his chest cracked, but of his three flowers, the essence flower had dimmed and the qi flower was on the verge of going out. Only the spirit flower between his brows still struggled to preserve its last glimmer of spiritual light.
He tried to circulate his true essence, and a stabbing pain shot through his meridians.
The internal injuries left by the dark golden fist force flared, twisting Ancestor Yinsha's face with pain.
"Wang Yuan..."
He squeezed the name through his teeth, his voice hoarse and low, steeped in a gloom that bordered on hatred.
"A brat at late-stage organ tempering actually forced me into such a state."
Ancestor Yinsha leaned against the dead tree and caught his breath, replaying every detail of the battle in his mind.
Wang Yuan's fist techniques were terribly crude, little more than the same few straight punches and sweeping strikes over and over. His footwork