Before the great hall, Fang Qianyuan flexed his arm, feeling the tingling ache gradually fade.
That used up quite a bit of Spirit Essence and vital blood energy!
He quietly took stock of the changes in his body, sensing a faint trace of fatigue and hunger.
This was not true fatigue or hunger, but the effect of consuming a large amount of Spirit Essence and vital blood energy all at once.
An ordinary person struck by that blow would most likely have lost the use of their shoulder. Spirit Tamers cultivated in pursuit of the Dao, possessed all manner of healing Divine Abilities and spells, and had powerful physiques themselves. They would not be crippled, but they would still suffer a serious injury and need time to recuperate.
Yet he had healed himself in just a few breaths.
Fang Qianyuan's body seemed to possess an instinct for self-preservation. When seriously injured, it would activate on its own and restore him to full health.
The speed of this recovery depended on his physique, but also on the injury he had suffered.
If it was merely an ordinary injury that did not stimulate the Treasure Pill into releasing its medicinal power, he would recover slowly.
A serious injury, on the other hand, could stimulate that medicinal power and make him recover faster!
This very fact plunged the many young talents present, who had hoped to defeat him and put an end to his winning streak, into profound despair, leaving them shaken and stunned.
"He's already healed?" As the scab on Fang Qianyuan's shoulder fell away to reveal fair skin, leaving only a bloodstained hole in his clothing, even the Silver Fairy could not help knitting her brows.
But Fang Qianyuan had already urged Little White forward beneath him, and she could only