Age Is Not Important; What Matters Is Who Recognizes Whom!
Nine-Layered Hell.
Jun Changxiao remained seated cross-legged. The Five Elements Heaven Observation Art circulated as Five Elements Attributes surged wildly into him, enveloping him like a silkworm cocoon.
After trading blows with the Twelve Patrol Envoys one by one, he had suffered some exhaustion, but never before had he nearly been drained to the point of utter collapse like today. The main reason had been that chaotic melee earlier.
"This Fortress Master doesn't seem all that strong. At most, he's probably about on par with me."
Recalling their earlier exchange, Jun Changxiao estimated silently.
"Hard to say."
The system said, "That person seemed to be carrying injuries."
Those words dealt Jun Changxiao a blow. "He was injured and still got away. Am I that much of a failure?!"
"There was nothing you could do."
The system said, "After all, you were on his turf."
It was rare for it to comfort its host, but... it was still more inclined toward mocking and undermining him.
"That's true."
Jun Changxiao found a little psychological balance, but then said in surprise, "He was already so strong while injured. Wouldn't he be even more terrifying once he recovered?"
"No, no!"
"I have to restore myself as quickly as possible and destroy the fortress before he does!"
Several hours later, relying on the formidable Five Elements Physique and the Five Elements Heaven Observation Art, Jun Changxiao had completely recovered his depleted Spiritual Energy and returned to peak condition.
"How has that guy been doing under Erya's training?"
He muttered to himself and entered the Prison Suppression Tower.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sounds of whipping rang out without end.
"Ahhh----------"
Covered in wounds, the Tattooed Man cried out in agony, "Auntie, spare... spare me! I... I