Ning Xuanwu's body slammed heavily into the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, yet he paid no heed to his injuries and darted away.
He was truly terrified of being dragged back again. All he wanted was to get as far away from this Martial Arts Hall as possible.
After all, the pressure those four old men had brought him was simply too terrifying.
Of course, the most terrifying one was that mysterious young man!
Though he kept himself hidden and gave nothing away, it was precisely that unfathomable, untouchable feeling that was the most agonizing.
And on this trip—
He had suffered a truly blood-curdling loss!
Never mind avenging Jing Wuchen and Jing Wufeng, or reclaiming the Sky Shaking Stone and Swift Cloak. His fucking life had nearly been lost, and the key point was that all the Black Tortoise Sect's resources had been taken too.
Most hateful of all was...
He glanced at the black mist swirling around his right arm, and for a moment, he even felt like dying.
Lu Qingshan had chopped off this arm once not long ago. Before coming to Pingjiang City, he had used the sect's secret art, consumed vast amounts of resources, and even spent part of his Lifespan before finally managing to regrow the severed bones in this arm...
But who the fuck could have known that he would come here, accomplish nothing, do nothing but kill a mosquito, and then suffer such devastation again?
"Ugh!"
The moment he thought of it, his heart ached to the core.
But survival came first. Sun Zhuge's Heavenly Fiend Poison was no ordinary thing. If he did not cut off this arm, he would die violently within three days.
After agonizing over it for half the day, he finally gritted his teeth