"Hmph, no matter how many pills you have, I'll wear you down to death today! Boy of the Xiao Clan, resign yourself to staying in the Misty Cloud Sect!"
Jia Ma Empire, Misty Cloud Sect.
After landing that blow, Yun Leng felt much better. He had never expected Xiao Yan to be so difficult to handle, able to keep fighting him for so long with only the strength of a four-star Da Dou Shi.
But it was all over now. That palm strike had packed considerable power and landed squarely on Xiao Yan. Surely Xiao Yan would no longer be able to fight.
Below, beneath the shroud of dust.
Xiao Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, a vicious gleam flashing through his eyes. His reason for deliberately taking Yun Shan's palm strike was simple.
Without Yao Chen intervening, Yun Leng, a Dou Wang, kept him locked in combat, leaving him no chance to escape. He wanted to save Yao Chen's existence as his trump card until he truly reached the end of the road.
Just moments ago, Yao Chen had sensed an aura on the Misty Cloud Sect's Back Mountain whose strength had already reached roughly that of a Three-Star Dou Zong. Without knowing whether it belonged to friend or foe, Xiao Yan dared not expend Yao Chen's soul power lightly.
"Cough, cough!"
After coughing up the blood in his throat, Xiao Yan felt much better. He quickly took three pills from his Storage Ring: one for healing, one for restoring Dou Qi, and a Purple Fire Pill.
He had only just swallowed the three pills when Yao Chen hurriedly cautioned him, "Little Yanzi, are you going to use the Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus now?"
Yao Chen knew full well that if Xiao Yan really used the Buddha's Fury