Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-Three: One Slap
Looking up at Xukong, Bi Fan finally felt the sharp pain coursing through every inch of his body.
In their earlier clash, he had suffered not only the damage from Bai Shan's attacks, but also the burden of the overwhelming power unleashed by the four forms of the Mountain Scroll Art stacked together—a force that had nearly burst his body apart.
All of it had left him gravely injured and utterly exhausted. He felt that if he closed his eyes, he would immediately sink into a deep state of recovery.
But this wasn't the time for him to rest.
Bi Fan forced himself to hang on and took a few pills from the Dragon God Mansion, swallowing them. A warm current spread slowly from his dantian through every one of his meridians. It moved at a sluggish pace, but the improvement was unmistakable.
After a while, he was able to sit up on his own, though his breathing and overall condition remained terribly weak.
As soon as he sat up, the people present burst into cheers again, leaving him momentarily bewildered.
What? Had everyone thought he was dead, and were they this excited because he'd crawled back to his feet?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the Heavenly Fire Adventure Group's members beaming with joy. He immediately understood.
Looking back, he saw that Bai Shan had also dug himself out of the yellow earth and gravel. He looked just as disheveled as Bi Fan, and it was clear that Bi Fan's last move had hurt him badly, too.
Bai Shan still didn't know that the four stacked attacks had contained a trace of Natural Power.
Bai Shan climbed out with a dark expression, his brow furrowed. It was easy to