Xiao Yan lay amidst the ruins, struggling to lift his head, gritting his teeth, and glancing sideways at the Third Hall Master who was only ten feet away from him.
Then he closed his eyes again, his body went limp, and he lay down, panting heavily, trying his best to make his body more comfortable.
Xiao Yan looked inward, and immediately his brows furrowed.
At this moment, Xiao Yan's meridians were severely damaged, practically broken inch by inch, and his internal Dou Qi had completely disappeared. The huge space in the center of the vortex was now completely empty.
Suppressing the waves of excruciating pain coursing through his body, Xiao Yan's mind stirred, and a pill the size of a longan appeared in his blood-stained palm.
The Tier Nine Recovery Pill has excellent therapeutic effects on internal injuries and is extremely mild in nature, making it an excellent medicine for treating internal injuries.
Forcibly turning his body over, he swallowed the pill along with the blood that gushed from his mouth. After taking a few more deep breaths, Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes and began to refine it.
Several hours later, the Third Hall Master slowly stood up from his cross-legged position, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Xiao Yan, who was still lying in the ruins with his eyes slightly closed.
Reaching Xiao Yan, the Third Hall Master took a few deep breaths of the slightly bloody air.
Then, he slowly raised his right hand. In his severely injured state, this movement of the Third Hall Master was extremely difficult, but he still managed to bend his right hand into a claw and stab down at Xiao Yan's chest.
Sensing the ever-approaching danger, Xiao Yan suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes.
Immediately, all his muscles tensed up, and he kicked the Third Hall Master hard in the chest.
"Pfft..."
The Third Hall Master was kicked squarely by Xiao Yan, falling to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed to the side, panting heavily, unable to move.
Xiao Yan, however, seemed to be filled with power, and suddenly straightened up from the ground.
However, judging from Xiao Yan's dim and lifeless eyes, Xiao Yan was not as fierce as he appeared on the surface.
Xiao Yan clenched his fists, his muscles tensed, and as he swallowed, he bit his tongue hard, tearing it to shreds.
The crack on the tip of his tongue triggered a jolt through his entire body, and a faint light flickered in Xiao Yan's eyes.
Ignoring the Third Hall Master lying on the ground, Xiao Yan moved swiftly and ran out of the massive ruins, looking somewhat disheveled.
He then stomped hard on the void, his body shuddered, and he rushed away into the distance, leaving behind only drops of bright red blood in his wake.
"Bang!"
In a mountain forest, a figure with tattered clothes and covered in blood fell from the sky, crashed to the ground, and rolled several times before coming to a stop.
If it weren't for the faint breath he was breathing, anyone who saw him would probably think he was dead.
After a long while, Xiao Yan slowly woke up amidst a series of coughs, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he examined everything.
"Heh, not bad, kid. Although you're seriously injured, you managed to beat that bastard to a pulp, so you can still consider it a win."
Suddenly, an aged voice came from the depths of Xiao Yan's heart, which almost startled Xiao Yan, and his relaxed muscles tensed up again.
Upon hearing who it was, Xiao Yan Xiao Yan relaxed, his tense body relaxing completely. Instantly, he felt an intense soreness throughout his body.
A series of excruciating pains surged through his body, contorting Xiao Yan's face and making his already blood-stained features appear even more gruesome.
Xiao Yan took a few deep breaths, slowly suppressing the excruciating pain surging through his body, and roared in his heart at Gu You:
"Old man, could you please say something before you speak next time? You're going to kill someone!"
Upon hearing Gu You, Xiao Yan cursed inwardly a few times before ignoring him, closing his eyes and focusing on refining the pills within his body.
During his time with the Third Hall Master, Xiao Yan had refined the pills within his body to heal his injuries, but the time was ultimately too short, so Xiao Yan did not fully refine the medicinal power.
Adding to the fact that he had already managed to kick the Third Hall Master while enduring the pain, and then ran such a long distance, Xiao Yan's injuries, which had not yet improved, had become even more serious. If Xiao Yan did not take this opportunity to heal his injuries, he might really suffer some kind of aftereffects.
Several hours later, Xiao Yan slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, moved his body slightly, and found that he still felt the same intense pain.
He sighed inwardly, and with a thought, another Tier Nine Recovery Pill appeared in Xiao Yan's palm.
Forcing himself to swallow the pill, Xiao Yan closed his eyes again and focused on refining it.
Meanwhile, at the place where Xiao Yan had fought the Third Hall Master and others, an old man in green robes was slowly approaching from the distant horizon.
The mountain forest has long since been reduced to ruins. From a high vantage point, all that can be seen is a wide, enormous crater, as if it had been created by an asteroid impact.
The Third Hall Master and the Old Ghost Yan Mo had already disappeared.
At this moment, an elderly man in blue robes was observing everything with a gloomy face.
After a long while, the old man sighed deeply and looked up at the sky, Heavenly Dao:
"Fellow Daoist Xiao Yan, I am Yuan Qing. I am late. If you have a spirit in heaven, please believe me. I, Yuan Qing, will use the rest of my life to avenge you, even unto death! And to give your family an explanation!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan, who was diligently refining pills in the jungle, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason. The sneezes made his whole body ache. After a moment, Xiao Yan grimaced and said:
"Who the hell is cursing me to die now? Once I'm healed, I'll definitely come and give you a proper welcome! Humph! Ah~ Oh!..."
At the same time, thunderclouds suddenly gathered in the sky, emanating a powerful aura. Yuan Qing, however, looked up at the sky, ignoring them completely, and waited intently for the heavenly thunder to declare its oath.
But for some reason, the thunderclouds that had just gathered there dissipated quietly before they could even crash down, leaving Yuan Qing completely bewildered.
He blinked a few times, then leaped away in one direction.