Han Ji struggled to his feet. The bone-deep wound in his abdomen tugged at his internal organs with every movement, sending searing pain through him.
The ink-black wound across his abdomen was still spreading. Killing intent and the Spirit Weapon's power entwined within it, suppressing his Dharma Body Realm healing ability completely. Had he not been so powerful, that slash alone would have killed him.
Yet there was not a trace of fear on Han Ji's face despite his grievous injury.
Quite the opposite. His face, slightly pale from blood loss, now wore a sickly expression mingling wild delight with greed.
He stared fixedly at the Mysterious Abyss Saber in Yi Yang's hand, two greedy flames seeming to ignite in his narrow eyes.
"Haha... hahahahaha!"
Han Ji laughed softly. In the empty silence of the night, his laughter grew louder and louder, until it became almost maniacal.
He pointed at the saber in Yi Yang's hand, his voice rising into a shrill laugh with excitement.
"That saber of yours... it can actually stop my wounds from healing!"
"No Treasure Artifact could possibly do that... you actually have a divine treasure like this!"
As though he had discovered a mountain of gold buried underground, the muscles in his face twitched with uncontrollable excitement.
"Heaven really does look after me, Han Ji!"
"I only meant to help Tinglan vent her anger and replenish my nearly depleted spirit crystals. Who would have thought you had such a powerful weapon on you!"
He looked toward the nearby ruins, which had collapsed beneath the shock waves of their battle, and shouted sharply.
"Tinglan!"
"Kill him!"
Han Ji's voice echoed through the silent night alley.
He could see it clearly. Although Yi Yang had unleashed three devastating killing moves in succession, he was now a spent