Bam!
His figure was sent flying by a heavy blow, and the smoking pipe he had used for a thousand years shattered into countless pieces. Zhao Gengyun steadied his figure forcefully, his eyes solemn, as he looked down at his right hand.
The rough and broad palm was now pierced through with a bloody hole, with blood trickling down carrying an overwhelming aura of power.
What kind of fragment is this, if I hadn't dodged in time, that blow just now would've blown my head off...
Thinking privately, Zhao Gengyun tried to mobilize his cultivation to heal the bloody hole in his palm.
But around the wound at this moment, there was a circle of transparent Sword Intent imperceptible to the naked eye, no matter how he tried to expel it, it was difficult to erase it.
He could only let the bloody hole continue to bleed outward.
"How is it, are you okay?"
Flashing to Zhao Gengyun's side, Li Chanchan glanced lightly at the bloody hole on his hand, her eyes immediately sinking.
