In the sky, Pei Wei screamed in pain as he plummeted rapidly from the instant he burst through the fireball.
However, this situation lasted less than two breaths before Pei Wei steadied his fall.
While cursing Ye Zhen in the air, he began tending to his injuries.
"Bastard!"
"You actually dared to use tricks to wound this young duke so badly. Once I catch you, I'll make sure you taste the cruelest, most horrific punishments—hiss!"
As he spoke, Pei Wei sucked in another sharp breath.
Pei Wei looked utterly miserable at this moment. Where the Profound Fire Drill had struck his chest and abdomen, a huge hole had been blasted open, exposing ribs charred black by the flames. The flesh around the edges had been burned to a crisp, and blood gushed out unstoppably.
His entire body was blackened, covered in burns of varying severity. His hair and eyebrows—especially that distinctive mane of red hair—had been reduced directly to ash.
As spiritual power surged through Pei Wei's body, the flesh wriggled a few times and the bleeding stopped. At the most heavily injured spots, flesh even began to squirm and recover at a visible rate.
A few breaths later, Pei Wei stared grimly at the ground and roared, "Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
This sight shocked Ye Zhen somewhat.
Before using the Three-Array Profound Fire Drill to bombard Pei Wei, Ye Zhen had never imagined he could kill Pei Wei in one strike. That was simply impossible.
But severely wounding him should have been possible.
Yet now, it seemed Ye Zhen had been too optimistic.
Though Pei Wei looked wretched, his injuries were actually all external!
Once martial artists began condensing an Acquired Spirit Body, external injuries had less and less impact on them as their cultivation rose. Especially