"Can a Rogue Cultivator possess such means? Can a Rogue Cultivator kill a Fusion Realm expert?!"
Su Qingshan gave a bitter laugh and shook his head, his voice brimming with bitterness and unwillingness. "Chen Shan, you can't fool me. Who exactly are you? A disciple of some great sect? Or the successor of some reclusive old monster?"
Chen Changming did not answer. He merely looked at him quietly.
His right hand lifted slightly, azure light flickering at his fingertips and giving off a gentle aura of life.
"Clan Head Su, I can treat the injuries on your body."
Chen Changming spoke again, his tone calm. "But think this through. Will you continue to be my enemy, or will you let me save your life?"
He said this because he did not want to keep wasting Sword Talismans and demonic talismans on the Su Clan.
More than sixty talismans might have seemed like a lot, but every one used meant one less remaining.
The Su Clan's two Fusion Realm retainers were already dead, and Su Qingshan was seriously injured. The Su Clan no longer possessed any force capable of threatening him.
Therefore, there was no need for him to waste Sword Talismans breaking the formation.
Su Qingshan fell silent at those words.
His face was ashen, his aura weak. The power of death still raged within him like a crazed beast, endlessly devouring his vitality.
He could feel his cultivation slipping away bit by bit. Though the pace was slow, it was undeniably declining.
If he was not treated in time, his cultivation would continue to drain away. In the end, like the ancestor, he would fall from the Void Refinement Realm to the Spirit Transformation Realm—or even lower.
He raised his head to look at Chen Changming, then glanced at