Last year in Guifa City, one of the assassins Chen Guanglie hired had used bullets forged from Abyssal Vein, greatly weakening Luo Yan's cultivation level and Primal Energy.
However, Luo Yan's Dragon Transformation Stance was not hindered by Abyssal Vein. In fact, the Dragon Dragon Blood Essence had even devoured its aura.
In the end, those assassins had died with regrets.
Hu Qingyang was not so lucky.
He had already grown far less capable after going too long without fighting anyone. Now that he had been wounded by a dagger forged from Abyssal Vein, his aura immediately weakened considerably.
Hu Qingyang quickly sensed the changes within his body. His eyes widened as he stumbled backward again and again.
"What's going on?"
He suddenly looked at Xiang Hua. "What did you do to me?"
Xiang Hua burst out laughing. "You old fool, didn't you look down on my dull blade?"
"Let me tell you, this is a treasure."
"Anyone wounded by it will suffer an impact to both their Primal Energy and cultivation level."
"I originally thought I'd never need it, but today, I'll use it to send you to the afterlife!"
Hu Qingyang hurriedly looked toward Luo Yan, casting him a pleading glance. But at that moment, Xiang Hua's violent, arrogant face had already crashed into his field of vision.
The old man could not wait for Luo Yan to respond. He shouted and pulled a green spike from his robes, driving it toward Xiang Hua's face.
Xiang Hua laughed loudly and sidestepped, causing Hu Qingyang to miss. At the same time, he raised the black blade in his hand and left another shallow wound across the old man's chest.
The two figures crossed and clashed in a tangled battle. Before long, Hu Qingyang had fallen into a disadvantage.
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