With a muffled thump, Yuan Xiaochuan felt as though a heavy hammer had struck his chest. His qi and blood surged, and a gentle yet irresistible force sent him flying backward like a kite with its string cut. He slammed into the rock wall, then slowly slid down.
He lowered his head to look at his chest. There was no obvious wound, but he could clearly feel the agony of his shattered organs. Blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and resentment.
Only then did he suddenly realize that his opponent's palm technique and true qi seemed familiar.
He recalled the scene at the Exchange Gathering several months earlier.
"Nine Yang Gate... it was you..." Yuan Xiaochuan's head lolled to one side, and he stopped breathing.
Zhao Feng searched his body for a while, finding two bottles of Restoration Pills, ten thousand taels in banknotes, some gold ingots, and some Blood Baleful Pills and Blood Essence Pills from the Demonic Sect.
There was also a booklet: "Thunderclap Saber Technique"!
Zhao Feng recalled that Jiang Chen seemed to use this very saber technique. A superior secret legacy of embracing elixir force-not bad at all!
Still, how should he put it? Overall, he wasn't very satisfied!
He had assumed that an elder-level figure like Yuan Xiaochuan would carry at least several tens of thousands of taels in banknotes. Instead, he had only a little over ten thousand.
Still, with the earlier five thousand taels and this saber technique, it counted as a decent haul.
After a moment's thought, Zhao Feng took the token from Yuan Xiaochuan's waist to bring back as proof of completion. Then he put away the man's treasured saber, took out the Bone-Dissolving Water, and dripped a single drop onto