Lu Ren abruptly raised his head. Cursed markings suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth and on his tongue. His lips parted, and his voice exploded like thunder: "Let your legs go weak!!!"
The instant the words fell, a cloud of blood burst from Lu Ren's neck.
His vocal cords, windpipe, and the skin along his neck ruptured simultaneously. Crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering onto the ground in a dense patter.
But the next second, the positive energy of Reverse Cursed Technique surged from within him. Fresh granulation tissue filled the wounds at a visible speed, blood vessels reconnected, and skin healed from the edges inward. Within a single breath, his neck was restored, leaving only the still-wet bloodstains on his collar.
He had used Spirit Abyss Realm spiritual power to clash head-on with the mental defenses of a Level 98 Super Douluo-
The consequences of that backlash were unimaginable!
Yet Lu Ren had still pulled it off with Reverse Cursed Technique!
Affected by Cursed Speech, Xuan Zi abruptly shuddered. The large hand reaching toward Lu Ren froze in midair, and his legs felt as though someone had struck the backs of his knees with a club. For an instant, they actually went weak.
Although his spiritual power forcibly broke free of that strange force's restraint in less than a tenth of a second, that instant was enough to shake him to his core.
He had merely said one sentence, and then Xuan Zi's legs had gone weak.
"What the hell is this?!" Xuan Zi was stunned.
In that moment of distraction, Lu Ren turned and ran.
A ring-shaped shock wave exploded beneath his feet as he streaked toward the other end of the alley, trailing an afterimage. Over a hundred meters, he left only three