"How are you?"
Chen Wudi instantly arrived before Chen Wen, then moved right up to him.
Seeing that his elder brother was unharmed, Chen Wen breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm fine. This is nothing to me."
Seeing that Chen Wen's aura showed no trace of disorder, Chen Wudi nodded as well.
Just as Chen Wen had said, for cultivators like them, merely spitting out a mouthful of blood meant little.
As long as their aura remained steady, it could hardly count as a serious injury.
Chen Wen drew a deep breath. "He's even stronger than I imagined. We'll have to bring out our trump cards now."
"I was thinking the same thing."
Chen Wudi's expression turned solemn, and he spoke.
Chen Wen said nothing more and took out a Spirit Pill with one hand.
Everyone watching trembled in shock.
Was he planning to pop a pill?
But what kind of Spirit Pill could raise the strength of someone in the fifth-order Great Emperor will realm even further?
After all, Pill Emperors had declined in this age; one could even say there were none left.
Spirit Pills that could temporarily enhance someone's strength were rarer still.
Most importantly, Spirit Pills that temporarily raised someone's cultivation realm generally had side effects.
The greater the effect, the greater the side effects.
So this might not necessarily be a good thing for Chen Wen.
Chen Wudi glanced at Chen Wen, then asked, "This Spirit Pill won't do you much harm, will it?"
Chen Wen's lips twitched. "Don't worry. I wouldn't gamble with my future, much less my life."
"All right."
Since his younger brother had said so, Chen Wudi asked no further questions.
He had absolute trust in his younger brother.
Now it's my turn.
Chen Wudi drew a deep breath, and an