Ouyang Jian was drenched in blood. He gasped for breath, but could only cough up mouthfuls of foul blood. His internal organs had been shattered, leaving only an empty upper torso.
For ordinary injuries, a Return to Truth Realm cultivator needed only a single breath to recover.
But the Spear Light clung to him like a maggot on a bone. It hadn't dissipated; instead, it kept pounding at his wounds.
Ouyang Jian couldn't recover. He even had to keep channeling his true qi to resist the Spear Light's erosion.
As the scales tipped against him, Ouyang Jian had nearly lost the ability to fight.
Not far away, Han Nanzi was in no better shape.
He had never imagined that a kid who had only just entered the Return to Truth Realm could unleash such power. The martial art, the divine weapon, and that heart-chilling Second True Spirit had all left Han Nanzi despairing.
He couldn't help wanting to curse. Just whose spoiled young master had come out to train?
That was right. With so many powerful abilities, this couldn't be a Rogue Cultivator. The only possibility was that he came from an extremely powerful background.
Thinking of this, Han Nanzi couldn't help blaming Ouyang Jian.
If his nephew hadn't set his sights on these people, he wouldn't have had to suffer this undeserved disaster.
Feeling the injuries on his body, he took a deep breath and said, "Fellow Daoist, please hold on. This was a misunderstanding. Why fight to the death?"
Ye Kang held his spear, his expression proud. "A misunderstanding? You mean the misunderstanding where you nearly killed us?"
His tone was mocking, and he showed no courtesy whatsoever.
As if a single "misunderstanding" could settle everything. That would be far too easy. Since they had made their move,