"Sun Buxiao, you...! Are you all right?!"
Xiao Yi Xian had waited at the town entrance for quite some time before, anxious and uneasy, she finally saw Sun Buxiao limping down from the mountains, his body covered in burns.
Unlike his limping after their earlier sparring, Sun Buxiao really was a little lame this time.
"Give your buddy a hand. My leg broke. I just set it myself."
Grimacing in pain, Sun Buxiao hopped over to Xiao Yi Xian on one leg.
"...So what exactly happened...?!"
"Just dealt with some trouble that would've needed dealing with sooner or later. An Eight-Star Dou Emperor wanted to beat your buddy up, so I fought him until we both ended up hurt... heh!"
As Sun Buxiao spoke, a strange grin spread across his face.
And this had even been a high-quality Dou Emperor produced by the Gu Clan.
That old geezer Ling Ying was a decent enough fellow, though a little embarrassing... and this time, he had really embarrassed himself.
Though both of them had been injured, Sun Buxiao was certain that Ling Ying had gotten the worse of it.
When the netherworld poison flame burned him, the worst it could do was leave burns like these, but Ling Ying suffered both burns and deadly poisoning.
Still, Sun Buxiao hadn't gone for the kill. Right now, Ling Ying was probably holed up in some remote nook of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, trying to purge the poison... he came from the Gu Clan, after all, and had plenty of ways to save his own life. Since he'd wanted to beat Sun Buxiao up, Sun Buxiao naturally wasn't concerned about his safety.
Throw one punch to keep a hundred more from coming. If he wanted some peace for a while, this was a fight