The scenery of the arena rippled like water. When the ripples subsided, Zhang Yuanqing was back in his bedroom.
"Drip, drip."
Blood dripped from his chest, and his tattered T-shirt was crusted with a thick layer of coagulated blood.
Because his Lunar Power had been depleted, the puncture wound in his chest had not fully healed and was still bleeding slowly.
Zhang Yuanqing did not feel any pain. He was probably numb.
He walked over to the full-length mirror by the window and saw his pale reflection. His clothes and pants were in tatters. Aside from the horrifying wound on his chest, his arms, cheeks, thighs, waist, and abdomen were covered in claw marks and bruises.
Right now, he looked like a death-row prisoner who had just been through brutal torture.
I'm so tired. I feel awful... Zhang Yuanqing drew the curtains, slowly sat down on the floor, and sprawled out flat on his back.
I'll be fine after some sleep. Sleep is the best rest. That guy Zhao Chenghuang must be receiving Life Essence treatment right now. Being a second-generation Spirit Realm Walker really is nice—not something us commoners can compare to...
I won. I'm the champion. The Empress Earth Boots are mine... I wasn't thinking straight when I ran, so I forgot to bring the Yin Corpse back. But it's fine. Fu Qingyang will retrieve it for me.
The exhaustion after the fierce battle surged over him, along with hunger, probably. But he no longer had the energy to get up and eat.
At noon, Wuhen Hotel.
Little Round was unusually restless, repeatedly glancing at her phone to check for messages and the time.
When the clock reached 11:40, she finally could not hold back any longer. She opened her chat app and sent Yuanshi Tianzun a message: