Fourteen Nascent Soul-level Buddhist cultivators lay neatly on the ground. Some had lost limbs, while others had been smashed into patties of flesh.
There were two at the Ninth Layer Nascent Soul, one at the Seventh Layer Nascent Soul, four at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, and the rest were at the Nascent Soul Early Stage.
Ji An swept his gaze around, checked everyone's condition, and asked with concern:
"How is it? Are your injuries serious?"
He himself was completely unharmed, while every one of the others bore injuries.
"I'm fine. They're only flesh wounds, and I can endure them. It's just that the damage caused by the Buddhist cultivators will linger for a long time. I'll need to bathe in moonlight several times before I can dispel the aftereffects."
Patches of charred black marked Yue Ling'er's fair, jade-like skin, resembling cracked earth. Those were injuries inflicted by the burning of Buddha's light.
Golden Buddha's Light occasionally flickered from the cracks, and gray smoke would then rise, carrying a faint scorched smell.
Half of Li Haoran's arm hung limply at his side. A Buddhist treasure had struck his shoulder blade and fractured the bone. Fortunately, his body's toughness had reached the level of an Early Nascent Soul Cultivator body cultivator. Otherwise, his injuries would have been even worse, and his entire arm might have been crippled.
Though his injuries were rather severe, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, they gleamed with sharp brilliance.
Battle was the best teacher for a Sword Cultivator. That feeling of standing on the razor's edge between life and death was the most capable of sparking inspiration, an ultimate experience that ordinary sparring could never provide.
The ideas he had pondered painstakingly over the years had been tested in battle. With