Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Six Dragon Pearls radiating a bright yellow glow fell into Jiang Dali's hands. At once, six streams of special energy flowed through his palms into his arms, surged into his body, and swiftly traveled through his meridians toward the channels and hidden acupoints throughout his body, rapidly healing the minor injuries he had just sustained.
Thus, under the astonished gazes of players in the distance, the health bar above Jiang Dali's head—which had only dropped by the tiniest, nearly imperceptible amount—repeatedly displayed numbers such as "+21" and "+23," quickly returning to full.
"These Dragon Pearls really are quite effective for healing."
Jiang Dali examined the six Dragon Pearls in his hands, which emitted a warm current of energy, and a hint of approval appeared in his eyes.
Though his shirt had been shredded and his upper body was bare, he did not look the least bit disheveled. Instead, he appeared domineering and formidable. His gleaming, bulging, powerful upper body was packed with fierce muscles, like a fusion of a savage leopard and a tiger. Every inch of him exuded an indescribable sense of strength. Standing quietly with broad shoulders and a thick waist, he gave off a terrifying pressure.
The many Zhongxin Hall disciples and players looked at Shangguan Yun's miserable corpse on the ground, then at Jiang Dali, who could be said to be completely unharmed aside from his clothes. The contrast struck their hearts hard. The native disciples all retreated in terror, already preparing to flee down the mountain, while the players reacted differently, each with their own plans.
"Waaaah! Our sect master died so miserably, but he finally died too. I'd long found that old bastard unpleasant to look at. He even threatened to cripple the martial arts of anyone who ran away just