Jin Guan Chang Hen took Jiang Ruoyun westward, putting enough distance between them. Only after confirming that no one had followed did he stop.
Before he could steady his breathing, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wu Yibo had been right. Earlier, to blast Yue Wuyai to death and eliminate one of the Saint Sect's foremost combat forces, he had held nothing back and struck with every ounce of strength, aiming for a one-hit kill.
As a result, he had been left weakened afterward and had failed to fully withstand Wu Yibo's palm strike.
But judging by the outcome, it had clearly been worth it.
With the Saint Sect deprived of Yue Wuyai, a top-tier force, the Blood Clan's coming advance across the battlefield would undoubtedly be greatly aided, with far fewer obstacles in their way.
Yet Jin Guan Chang Hen's expression soon darkened, an indescribable heaviness surfacing between his brows.
Affected by the palm force, the spiritual energy within him had actually begun to turn foul, as though a drop of ink had suddenly spread through a pool of pristine spiritual water.
He had completely lost control over this small patch of contaminated spiritual energy, and every time he sensed it, waves of indescribable stabbing pain came from within.
Moreover, the contamination was still spreading imperceptibly.
Had he not possessed Half Saint-level strength, with spiritual energy of a quality far beyond ordinary people, all the spiritual energy in his body would likely have been contaminated by now.
Five Abominations Filth Divine Palm!
Once Jin Guan Chang Hen discerned the true state of his injuries, he was so shocked that even the hand he had been using to stabilize Jiang Ruoyun's breathing paused, interrupting the process.
Like the Nether Gate Floating Watermark he had acquired, the Five Abominations Filth