Alas, I still fell into this man's hands...
The Eighth Elder let out a long sigh inwardly. An overwhelming sense of defeat surged over him like a tide, drowning him whole.
He had experienced countless battles, great and small, throughout his life and crossed blades with all manner of opponents, yet he had never encountered such a troublesome Body Cultivator.
Not only was his opponent's physical body astonishingly powerful, capable in both attack and defense, but he also possessed a top-grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure that could freely switch between suction and repulsion. Those bizarre changes in magnetic force had left him restrained at every turn in battle, unable to wield his strength.
Even after burning his blood essence and temporarily gaining the upper hand, he had never imagined that his opponent would possess a miraculous healing Divine Ability he had never seen before, one that could heal injuries in an instant and restore him to perfect condition.
Such a Divine Ability was simply too important for a Body Cultivator. In a sense, it was practically the same as possessing an immortal body.
The more the Eighth Elder thought about it, the more alarmed he became, though a trace of greed also rose within him.
If the Sima Family could obtain this Divine Ability, its overall strength would surely rise to another level.
"Do you want to die or live?"
Just as the Eighth Elder lowered his head and silently replayed every detail of that fierce battle, a calm, indifferent voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
When he looked up, he saw Chen Changming staring at him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his face.
So, he captured me alive because he had long intended to trade me for Dragon Blood... the Eighth Elder thought, the corner of his mouth twitching