Cough, cough.
Only after coughing up several more mouthfuls of blood did Li Su straighten up.
These injuries were truly a bit troublesome. That dragon's final strike had been terrifying—not only had it nearly cut him down, it had also affected the patterns of his physical body. Though it looked repaired on the surface, its internal structure remained badly damaged.
It had forced him to use the Sword Scripture. He no longer had the time to wrangle with that group; he had to end this quickly.
Now, his injuries were even worse.
That group had truly been no weaklings. Together, they had been far more troublesome than the Emerald True Dragon. Though he had won easily, as if he had killed them in an instant, the Sword Scripture in Li Su's hands was far more powerful than ordinary techniques.
Not only had he mastered the supreme Supreme Purity Scripture, he had also practiced the sword for more than fourteen hundred years in a certain world. Of those years, nearly twelve hundred had been spent in seclusion, comprehending the sword.
It could be considered his trump card, allowing him to unleash swordsmanship that surpassed his current realm in an instant.
If possible, Li Su truly did not want to use it, at least not before he was driven to a life-or-death crisis.
After all, the higher the limit he displayed, the more seriously his enemies would take him. That would truly make his situation dangerous and draw even stronger people into the fray.
Unfortunately, he had no choice. Those dozen-odd people had almost all been Yin Spirits; even the weakest were at perfection, while several had even crossed into the next realm.
Moreover, several of them seemed to possess special treasures, and those who had come were not even their true