Whew.
Chen Jin let out a long breath.
With Zhao Wuji dead, his nerves, which had been taut all this time, finally relaxed.
The moment he relaxed, intense exhaustion swept through his entire body.
He swayed, nearly falling to the ground.
He could only brace both hands on his knees and gasp for breath.
Sweat kept sliding down his forehead and cheeks, dripping onto the scorched earth.
His back was soaked with sweat, his clothes clinging to him, leaving him looking bedraggled.
It had been far too taxing.
This had been his hardest battle since coming to this world.
The defense and strength of a level seventy-six Soul Saint's Martial Soul Avatar were truly terrifying.
Without Qian Renxue's cooperation, he could never have defeated Zhao Wuji today.
Even now, waves of stabbing pain ran through the meridians inside his body.
That was the strain brought on by exhausting his Soul Power.
Chen Jin rested where he stood for a long time before the stabbing pain inside him eased.
He straightened and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Then he turned and looked at Qian Renxue, who stood a short distance away.
Nearby, Qian Renxue was in equally terrible condition.
She stood beside a broken tree trunk, her body trembling slightly.
Her fair face was bloodless, her Soul Power already overdrawn.
Because of the earlier battle, the black robe Chen Jin had draped over her had come loose.
Its neckline fell open to either side, revealing delicate collarbones and snow-white skin.
In the sunlight, her skin bore the pink flush of strenuous exertion.
Sweat ran down her slender neck, traced her collarbones, and vanished into the depths of her curves.
The oversized black robe could not fully conceal her voluptuous figure.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath.
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