Lin Taichu cried out in pain.
"You lost," Zhao Zhicheng sneered.
"Heh... do you think you've won?" Lin Taichu gritted out.
"Oh? Do you still have some trick up your sleeve?" Zhao Zhicheng asked.
Lin Taichu said nothing more. His lips moved as he muttered an incantation. Then, he suddenly reached out and pressed a hand against Zhao Zhicheng's forehead.
Caught off guard, Zhao Zhicheng was struck. His entire body shuddered violently, and he seemed to fall into a daze.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Taichu used all his strength to shove Zhao Zhicheng to the ground, then punched him hard in the head.
The punch landed squarely on Zhao Zhicheng's face. The bridge of his nose collapsed on the spot, and bright red blood streamed from his nostrils.
Zhao Zhicheng's head buzzed, and stars danced before his eyes.
Taking advantage of this, Lin Taichu pulled the sword from his shoulder and drove it fiercely toward Zhao Zhicheng's heart.
"Ah..."
A miserable howl burst from Zhao Zhicheng's throat.
Though he had passed out, his consciousness remained clear.
Lin Taichu's sword had nearly shattered his heart meridians, and his life was slowly slipping away.
Zhao Zhicheng's face twisted hideously, filled with terror and resentment.
Lin Taichu paid no heed to Zhao Zhicheng's feelings. He stabbed him several more times before finally stopping.
Then Lin Taichu found several huge rocks and pinned Zhao Zhicheng beneath them. Only then did he feel at ease.
Lin Taichu wiped the sweat from his brow.
Panting, Lin Taichu knew he did not have much time. He had to treat his wounds and leave this place as soon as possible. He took out some medicinal herbs from his clothes. Martial Mother had given them to him earlier for emergency treatment. He chewed the herbs into a pulp, applied