"Still, at least it was a good start!" Lu Yang thought.
However, the suction from the Thunderclap Saber did not stop. Soon, the second drop of Lu Yang's heartblood was forcibly drawn out and slowly absorbed into the blade.
This time, even with the Crimson Orb protecting him, Lu Yang nearly passed out from the pain.
Before he could catch his breath, another terrifying force of suction surged from the saber.
The Thunderclap Saber drew out a third drop of heartblood.
Lu Yang's vision went black, and he fainted on the spot.
After an unknown length of time, Lu Yang slowly opened his eyes.
A sharp, twisting pain throbbed in his chest, and his entire body felt limp and weak.
Lu Yang felt as though his body had been completely hollowed out. Even moving a finger left him utterly exhausted.
He struggled into a sitting position and released a wisp of Spiritual Sense to examine his body.
A moment later, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and thought wryly, "At least it only took three drops of heartblood. If it had taken any more, I might have damaged my foundations!"
A Grandmaster Realm martial artist had only a dozen or so drops of heartblood in total.
Even though Lu Yang was stronger than an ordinary Grandmaster Realm martial artist, he couldn't have had more than a few extra drops.
Losing three drops of heartblood at once hadn't damaged his foundations, but it had left him extremely weak, as if he'd just recovered from a serious illness.
"Fortunately, it wasn't for nothing!" Lu Yang smiled faintly and patted his lower abdomen in relief.
The table where the Thunderclap Saber had been resting now stood empty.
That priceless High-grade Saint Weapon was floating quietly in his dantian, continually absorbing his thunder-attribute