A Corner of History

Pfft—!

He spat out a mouthful of stale blood. Before it could even hit the ground, the seething fire within it turned it to ash.

Drawing a deep breath, Li Su's body began constantly shedding dead skin, layer after layer, like a cicada molting. Before long, he had shed more than a dozen layers, expelling vast amounts of fire from his body along with the discarded skin.

Again, and again, and again.

It continued for a full ten minutes. After shedding his skin more than a thousand times, Li Su's hair had turned white and wrinkles had begun to form on his face. It was not only his internal vitality that had been massively depleted—even his lifespan had been consumed, as though several thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye.

At last, he let out a long breath. His entire body seemed boneless as he collapsed onto his bed, his face full of lingering fear.

Damn it!

I almost got screwed to death!

That false immortal was fucking unbelievable. How could it be that strong?

Luckily, the one that had emerged from the Five Surnames Zoyi back then had been far weaker. This fellow's destructive power was simply beyond imagination.

Even Li Su's supreme arts could not withstand it. If he had not possessed Supreme Flesh, that incomparably powerful regenerative technique—if, from the instant he was exposed, he had not decided against fighting the other side head-on, and had avoided direct clashes almost from beginning to end—he might really have died.

Though he had injured the other side as well, that had only been because he used Buddha Land and drained more than ten thousand points of his mana in one go, catching the opponent completely off guard. Only because the other party had never expected it