Zhao Ya's Fortuitous Opportunity

Li Shunjun twisted aside, dodging the descending True Astral Sword Qi,

then flashed behind Su Xinghe.

His dantian swelled, and surging True Qi flooded his entire body.

He was a grandmaster, after all. Even without a Mental Secret Art, the eruption of True Qi wrapped within this punch surpassed the limits of Qi-Blood strength.

A bone-chilling cold shot from his spine straight to his head. Su Xinghe only had time to rouse his own Qi-Blood power, imitating the unique fluctuations of a Transformation Realm martial artist as it surged frantically toward his back.

"Thud!"

A tremendous force struck the Qi-Blood power emanating from his body. The formidable True Qi paused only slightly before shattering that layer of fluctuating defense.

Then it tore through flesh, sinew, and bone, reaching deep into his organs.

As the world spun around him, Su Xinghe's vision went dark.

"Boss!"

"Hey, wake up..."

Vague voices echoed by his ears,

now near, now far, like a dream.

Su Xinghe forced open his heavy eyelids. Little Beggar's figure blurred before him.

He tried to raise an arm, only to find that it would not obey him at all.

He could only blink hard a few times before his vision gradually focused.

His gaze swept across the collapsed bamboo grove before finally settling on the three faces beside him, each bearing a different expression.

"Hey, are you all right?"

It was Gong Yueni who spoke.

Perhaps she had rushed out too hastily. Her previously neat, glossy Bunhead was now hastily tied behind her head. Yet compared with before, she possessed an added air of the valiant, dashing daughters of the martial world.

Zhan Yun beside her looked even more bedraggled.

Her long hair, soaked through with sweat, was plastered against her face. Dark red bloodstains had seeped through