You're Ten Thousand Years Too Early to Beat Me!

Situ Xuan gripped the Seven-Colored Spear in his chest with both hands and yanked it out.

Blood gushed from his chest, dyeing his upper body red. He pulled the spear from his body, its tip dragging out bits of his flesh and blood, a horrifying sight. He threw it to the ground, where it landed with a crisp ring, then turned into seven-colored motes of light and scattered into the air.

A fist-sized through wound remained in his chest, running from front to back, so deep one could see straight through to the other side. The muscle tissue around the wound had been scorched black by divine power, blood vessels had ruptured, bones had shattered, and even his internal organs showed obvious damage.

He clutched his chest, his palm covered in his own blood. His face was pale as paper, but his eyes were still bright, his back still ramrod straight.

He stared sharply at Gu Yuena, the killing intent in his eyes not diminished in the slightest.

Gu Yuena rose from the ground and looked at Situ Xuan, a flicker of surprise flashing through her purple eyes. She had not expected this man to still be able to stand after the seven-colored Dragon Spear had pierced through his chest—much less still be able to fight!

The Dragon God's mighty power raged through Situ Xuan's body.

That seven-colored divine power was like venomous snakes, slithering through his meridians and destroying every part of his body. His muscle fibers began to collapse under its corrosion, fine cracks appeared across the surface of his bones, and his internal organs kept bleeding under the impact of the divine power.

At the same time, however, his self-healing ability was desperately repairing his body.

The golden flames of the Nirvana Fierce Phoenix surged out from