Clang, clang, clang—
The fierce clashing of weapons was like a little hammer, pounding at the hearts of the soldiers on both sides. Yellow sand billowed across the sky, and no one could see what was happening inside with the naked eye. They could only judge the situation by the sounds and the flashes of light that appeared now and then.
Chao Lian raced back, carrying Shao Chong, his heart pounding so fast it was nearly at its limit. As soon as he reached the edge of the battlefield, Gu Ren and his sixth brother rushed to meet him, heedless of their own safety. "Qing Zhi, put Little Thirteen down first..."
Gu Ren and his sixth brother reached out and took Shao Chong from Chao Lian's arms. Shao Chong's eyes were shut tight, his expression twisted, his limbs twitching and convulsing.
Seeing Shao Chong unconsciously let out pained groans, Gu Ren had no choice but to hold down his hands so he wouldn't hurt himself as he struggled.
"Sixth Brother, hurry!"
Gu Ren turned and urged his sixth brother.
His sixth brother pulled a packet of silver needles from his sleeve.
In just a few moves, he subdued Shao Chong's frenzied state.
Though the frenzy had subsided, the restless Martial Spirit still hadn't withdrawn. It covered Shao Chong's skin, making it look at first glance as if something had corroded its surface. Since meeting Shao Chong, Gu Ren had never seen this happen. "How could this be?"
His sixth brother put away the silver needles, his expression grave. He sighed in shame. "My medical skills are inadequate... I really can't tell what's wrong, but I can say for certain that an external force has thrown his Dantian out of balance—Gongxi Chou really is a terrifying man."
Of all Shao Chong's