"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
It all happened in the blink of an eye!
The disciples of the Central Saint Palace rushed onto the Upper Martial Platform, reaching Jin Su's side in an instant and beginning treatment as swiftly as they could.
Astonishingly, despite his grievous injuries, the Golden Blood flowing through Jin Su's body seemed to possess endless vitality, keeping him from immediately meeting his end on the Yellow Springs Road.
More fortunately still, with a timely helping hand from a powerhouse of the Central Saint Palace, his immensely powerful Golden Heart began repairing its own wounds under the protection of that mighty force, stubbornly dragging him back from the brink of death.
Had anyone else suffered such a calamity, their soul would probably have returned to the Netherworld long ago, their body sleeping beneath the earth. How could they still be here, spewing blood so wildly?
It was worth noting that even the crimson liquid spraying from his mouth bore a dazzling golden sheen.
At that moment, several highly respected powerhouses of the Central Saint Palace were pouring everything they had into their signature techniques, trying to help Jin Su recover as quickly as possible.
After all, the crucial Ranking Challenge Tournament was about to begin. Unless they could restore him to at least eighty percent of his full condition, everyone would see him as a harmless "soft persimmon," ripe for squeezing and bullying at will.
The faces of the Central Saint Palace powerhouses in the spectator seats alternated between iron gray and paper white. Clearly, they were both shocked and furious at what had happened. Who could have imagined that Jin Su, normally so imposing, would prove so frail, defeated by a single move in the blink of an eye? Their dignity had been swept into