As Nalan Yanran's words fell, she endured the churning blood and waves of pain coursing through her meridians, trying to gather her Dou Qi once more and unleash an even stronger secret technique of the Misty Cloud Sect.
She knew full well that if she could not reverse the tide with overwhelming force now, the Misty Cloud Sect's reputation would be utterly ruined.
However, ideals were plump, while reality was painfully thin.
Xiao Yan's all-out Flame Splitting Wave Ruler was an Earth-tier low-grade Dou Technique. How could its power possibly be anything but tyrannical?
Even though Nalan Yanran had withstood it head-on with the cultivation of a Da Dou Shi, that terrifying impact and scorching heat had already inflicted considerable damage upon her meridians and internal organs!
The moment she forcibly circulated her Dou Qi, her injuries were immediately aggravated. A suffocating pain struck her chest, sweetness rose in her throat, and she nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.
The sharp sword intent she had only just gathered also faltered slightly, no longer as seamless and complete as before.
Her face turned several shades paler. Fine cold sweat even seeped from her temples, and the hand gripping her sword began to tremble faintly. Anyone with eyes could see that she was at the end of her rope!
"Senior Sister Nalan..."
"It looks like she's seriously hurt!"
"That strike just now was terrifyingly powerful!"
The surrounding Misty Cloud Sect disciples also noticed Nalan Yanran's abnormal condition, their faces filled with worry and disbelief.
The senior sister they regarded as a heavenly prodigy had actually been forced into such a state by a former "trash"?
The Cloud Sect Elders hidden in the shadows looked even darker, their faces so gloomy they seemed ready to drip water.
They saw more clearly than