Dao Jian had been having terrible luck lately. Before this, even if someone had beaten him to death, he would never have believed that he would fall into the hands of a brat at the Spirit-Connecting Realm Second Level, and nearly lose his life in the process.
But now, not only had the small team he had painstakingly built been wiped out in one stroke, he had also been crippled.
That was right—crippled.
Ever since he had fled back for his life that day, he had discovered that his ear canals had been blasted into a bloody mess. To a world king realm expert, such minor external injuries were nothing.
They had fully healed in less than half a day, but to his horror, although the wounds had healed, he had lost his hearing.
After repeatedly examining and treating himself with Soul Power and spiritual power, he helplessly discovered that the injuries inside his ear canals could not be healed. Unless he reached the Dao Realm capable of truly rebuilding one's physical body, recovery would remain impossible.
The only consolation was that he was a World King realm expert and possessed Soul Power. Even without hearing, it did not affect his daily life too much; he merely had to keep his soul senses spread out at all times.
These past two days had been when he was least accustomed to it. Maintaining his soul senses at every moment to perceive the outside world left him mentally tense when sustained for too long.
It was at this hour that two black-clad martial artists silently appeared in his residence. The tightly wound Dao Jian was terrified and instinctively moved to attack.
However, before he could act, one of the black-clad martial artists' right arms suddenly swelled dozens of meters long. A palm