As Song Gudú spoke, the chest Li Mu Yang's claws had torn open began healing at a visible speed.
The red blood stopped spraying, and the ripped flesh began to mend itself.
A ring of white light circled the wound. The white lights became tiny, fragmented stars that flickered and leaped across it. Before long, even the gaping hole through which his internal organs had been visible vanished without a trace.
This old dog, Song Gudú, seemed even more capable of healing himself than Li Mu Yang, despite Li Mu Yang being a member of the dragon race.
When Li Mu Yang was injured, his body still needed some time to repair itself.
"You should understand that injuries like this can't harm me in the slightest." Song Gudú looked at Li Mu Yang. "Just as no matter how many times I cut you or how many of your ribs I break, it'll be useless as long as I don't cut off your head—even beheading you won't work if I don't scatter and destroy your soul. You'll always have a chance to rise again. Your very existence proves that."
The Eye of the Starry Sky saw through the starry sky.
It had to be said that there was good reason Song Gudú had been called the number-one person in the Starry Sky Realm for decades. Just looking at the breadth of his research into the dragon race, which had disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and his understanding of Li Mu Yang's condition, one could see how meticulous his mind was and how sharp his insight.
It was as if beneath the starry sky, there was nothing Song Gudú didn't know.
Song Gudú was right. Although Li Mu Yang possessed the Dragon King's Tears, he was only in the initial