Precisely because he had already gained an initial grasp of the Life Law, Shiheng hardly needed to concern himself with the seemingly hideous wounds covering his body.
The gentle power of the Life Law constantly flowed through his limbs and bones, nourishing his flesh without pause. Wounds with torn, curling flesh healed rapidly, and his damaged meridians and bones were fully restored by that vitality. Even the stamina he had exhausted in the fierce battle was swiftly replenished. This was the source of his confidence-his attacks were empowered by the incomparably domineering Destruction Laws, giving them earth-shattering destructive force, while he also possessed the Life Law's ability to heal himself, recovering as he fought. Even if he became locked in a prolonged battle with the Dark Saint, this combination of offense, defense, and endless self-healing alone would let him wear his opponent down to death.
Not to mention that he had now gained an initial grasp of all Four Edicts-Destruction, Life, Death, and Fate-and they had begun to show faint signs of merging, forming a terrifying power of the Edicts that circulated without end. Just how formidable and heaven-defying this power was, even Shiheng himself had no way of gauging.
He gently stretched his body, fully taking in the utterly different power within him. His aura was restrained yet unfathomable. Then he stepped forward and walked toward the Principality of Klan's military camp.
All along the way, every surviving soldier and officer of the Principality of Klan bowed to him, their gazes fixed on that tall, straight figure, their eyes filled with the utmost awe and admiration. Their respect came entirely from the depths of their hearts, without the slightest trace of pretense.
Saints stood at the very pinnacle of the Yulan Continent's fighting strength. Ordinary powers could spend a