BOOM—
Jia Si's body shot backward like a kite with a snapped string. He slammed heavily into the ground dozens of yards away, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
A vicious sword gash ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his right ribs. Blood gushed out, soaking through most of his black robes.
"Hah... Hah..."
He knelt on one knee, gasping for breath as he looked up at Fang Han.
In his deep-set eyes, the rage had been replaced by a much deeper emotion—terror.
He had felt the genuine threat of death from that last strike. If not for the resilience of his Grandmaster-level physical body, that one sword strike would have gutted him.
He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the roiling qi and blood inside him, his gaze locked onto Fang Han.
'I can't beat him.'
'If this goes on, I'll die here.'
He stood up. Large drops of blood dripped from the hem of his black robes, blossoming into dark stains on the ground.
