Yan Qing knelt on one knee, exhaling thick, searing breaths. His right hand rested on the extinguished Bingzi Jiaolin, while his left supported a broken Seven Stars Sword.
The leather armor over his shoulder had been split open, revealing a wound deep enough to expose bone. Blood and sweat had soaked through the shirt beneath.
This was probably the worst injury he had suffered since birth, but it would not be the last. Unexpectedly, Yan Qing was not very afraid. He barely felt any pain. The vigorous blood and qi of a Third Rank Herald had completely remade him into an iron-blooded warrior... Before he knew it, he had adapted to this world and secured a place in it.
Although Yan Qing had done his best to avoid it, he had long realized that he would eventually encounter dangerous battles and fall into desperate situations where he had to fight for his life. But as a newcomer facing his first tutorial battle, the enemies he had encountered were simply too high-level: one Silver Badge Constable of the Third Rank and three Bronze Badge Constables of the Second Rank.
In a secret realm, these four demons from the Divine Marquis Manor would probably require a Third Rank Herald leading an elite team to defeat. He was alone, and time was of the essence.
Yan Qing took out Blood Replenishment Pills. Without counting them, he shoved them straight into his mask and swallowed them.
"Yellow Dog, are you done yet?" Yaoshi Yuan shouted from the other side. Her voice was breathless and weak.
"Not yet. I'm searching for the treasures in these corpses." Yan Qing replied irritably, "What else would I be doing? Waiting for you?"
The corpses of the Divine Marquis Constables lay before Yan Qing.
The first Bronze Badge Constable