The cleanup here no longer required Su Chen. Seeing Old Xia beckon him to leave, he followed behind him.
"Cough, cough…" He coughed, a dull ache throbbing in his throat. The movement sent sharp pains through the rest of his body.
"Are you injured?" Xia Hanshi noticed, his brows furrowing slightly. "It wasn't from Hongxuan. You used a Professional Ability that damages yourself in exchange for power, didn't you?"
Hongxuan hadn't even managed an effective counterattack, so there was no way he could have injured Su Chen.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something. His expression turned ugly, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "Life Burner? Pu Zhenghong gave you even *this* profession? That old fool… is courting death!"
'What's a Life Burner?'
Su Chen froze. Seeing that Xia Hanshi was about to leap away, likely to find Pu Zhenghong and settle the score, he quickly stopped him. "It's not some Life Burner. It's a profession from Yuan Capital, called Tyrant."
