"If you want it, come take it yourself."
An Jing forced himself to his feet. The outer plates of the Taibai Battle Armor clattered to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his lips. His insides felt like they were burning, while the rampaging Spirit Fiend coursed through him in an incomparably violent state.
—If his meridians and flesh had not been so extraordinarily tough, that strike from the Giant Centipede Dragon would have sent him straight into qi deviation, if not the brink of death.
Since beginning his cultivation, An Jing had suffered countless grievous wounds. Yet the Giant Centipede Dragon was the only one to batter him into such a state with a single blow of pure physical strength. As expected of a massive Golden Core demon formed from Kun Demons.
Fortunately, he carried the power bestowed by the three Old Ancestors, protecting his three most vital dan cores. As his Internal Breath and Spirit Fiend circulated and Jade Mirror Floating Light Bearing Spring Colors activated, his injuries rapidly healed. Even the Taibai Battle Armor began to reform as though time itself were flowing backward.
[If you do not place it in my hands yourself, then it has no meaning.]
At that moment, atop the Giant Centipede Dragon's head, the Holy Demon phantom watched An Jing, who still refused to give up fighting, with great interest. It was utterly relaxed. Two Golden Cores suppressing a Purple Mansion junior—even if that Purple Mansion had the blessings and protection of a Heavenly Monarch or even a Heavenly Venerable, its true body was itself a Heavenly Venerable. No matter how An Jing struggled, could he really turn the tables? [Of course, if you would rather die than agree—]
It stood with its hands behind its back as endless demonic qi