"You're only this wounded?"
Blood gushed from the wound on Gong Xing's chest, and his aura instantly weakened by more than half. He clutched his wound, staring at Fang Han in shocked and furious disbelief.
'My all-out attack failed to even seriously injure him?!'
'He's hurt. Time to take his life!'
Fang Han suppressed the encroaching numbness, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. With a sharp tap of his toes, he shot out like a bolt of lightning, his Flowing Wind Sword aimed straight for Gong Xing's throat.
'If I keep fighting, I'll almost certainly be the one to die!'
Seeing Fang Han charge at him again, disregarding his own injuries, and feeling the severity of his own wounds, a sliver of fear finally bloomed in Gong Xing's heart.
He knew that if the fight continued, his own death was certain!
Although his heart was filled with unwillingness and humiliation at losing to a newly promoted True Inheritor of the Qingxuan Sect, the instinct to survive overrode everything.
