Deep in the Spirit Herb Forest, in a hidden cave.
Ao Zhanlong sat in the void, golden Dragon Yuan circulating all over his body, slowly repairing his riddled body.
"I'm too badly wounded..."
He let out a long sigh and pushed his cultivation method with all his might, trying to force out the sword qi that had invaded every limb and bone.
Yet the effect was negligible.
The wounds of his physical body could still heal, but the truly troublesome part was the biting sword intent that had seeped into his divine soul—like maggots clinging to the bone, tangled and refusing to leave. No matter how he urged his Dragon Yuan, he could hardly uproot even the slightest bit of it.
"This time's struggle for the spirit herbs is probably hopeless."
A bitter smile appeared on Ao Zhanlong's face, and regret filled his heart. If not for the fact that his interest had been piqued and he had stubbornly insisted on testing himself against Shen Xiao, how could he have fallen into such a state?
Before the peerless edge of the Sword Heart Realm, the cultivation he had been so proud of had actually been unable to withstand a single blow. If Shen Xiao had not held back from killing him, he feared he would already have lost his life by now.
"I botched the mission... I might as well return to the clan and accept punishment."
Knowing he was powerless to dispel the sword intent, Ao Zhanlong slowly rose, preparing to leave the Medicine Immortal Secret Realm.
But just then—
A hoarse voice rang out abruptly, sinister and uncanny, spreading out faintly through the silent cave:
"This is where your bones will be buried."
Before the voice had even fallen, Ao Zhanlong's expression changed wildly. With the Dragon Clan's