"Pfft!"
Fang Chen spat a mouthful of blood. Flecks of golden light glimmered within it.
His Sea of Consciousness felt as though ten thousand red-hot needles had pierced it. Agony tore through him. Scalding magma seemed to race through his meridians, burning his Dao Foundation. Worse still, a cold will of judgment bore down from on high, trying to invade the core of his soul, pronounce him guilty, and break his fighting spirit.
Pale golden blood seeped from Fang Chen's eyes, nostrils, and ears. Fine golden cracks spread across his skin like fractures in porcelain, as though he might shatter at any moment.
"Hmph. A mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
Disdain flashed through the Radiant Sun Ancient Emperor's golden eyes. After taking that blow, Fang Chen might still be alive, but surely his Dao Foundation was damaged and his Combat Strength greatly diminished.
Yet just as he prepared to strike again and finish Fang Chen off—
A beastlike growl rose from Fang Chen's throat. Far from dimming, his Chaos-colored eyes burned even brighter with unbearable pain and frenzied fighting spirit.
The torrent of energy returned by the Floating Immortal Sword was violent and chaotic, bringing him immense pain. But like the fiercest stimulant, it held his collapsing body together by force—and even began remaking it with brutal force.
"Not enough! This little pain is nowhere near enough!"
Fang Chen roared and actively circulated his Cultivation Technique, speeding the flow of energy devoured by the Floating Immortal Sword. He forced it to collide and fuse with his Sword Intent, which had incorporated the Light Origin.
It was a nearly self-destructive way to cultivate, like detonating one tiny Law bomb after another inside his body.
Small bloody holes burst open across his body, only to heal swiftly under his formidable vitality