"His Dao Injury had flared up again?"
Ye Fan wore a strange expression, feeling as though he had seen this scene somewhere before.
"Cough, cough."
Lin Xian coughed several times, his body swaying as though he might collapse. His face was as pale as golden paper as he sighed. "The injuries of the Great Dao are truly troublesome..."
"Fellow Daoist, can you still fight?" Main God Zhou asked with concern, a trace of pity appearing in his eyes.
How many Great Saints had forcibly broken through barriers in pursuit of the Great Dao, only to suffer Dao Injuries and helplessly perish in meditation? Lin Xian had only just entered the Saint King Realm and had a boundless future ahead of him, yet he had contracted such an affliction. It was truly regrettable.
"Ordinary combat is no issue, but if I wish to reproduce my peak combat strength and enter the Eight Forbidden Domain, I will have to pay a grievous price."
Lin Xian wiped the Sacred Blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed. "At most, I can use that fist technique three more times."
Upon hearing this, the saints aboard the Heavenly Ark could not help but lament. Most of them showed pity.
Yet a small number remained deeply suspicious. Only three uses? Really? I didn't believe it.
"Fellow Daoist Lin has such a promising future. How could he suffer a Dao Injury at such a young age? What a pity."
A Half-Saint sighed emotionally. He was barely a hundred years old now, yet if he wanted to attain the Saint King Realm, he would need at least several thousand years of struggle.
"An injury of the Great Dao is not impossible to cure. Our Divine Organization has no shortage of Quasi-Emperor experts."
Another Saint said, "Lord Chuan