The preparations made by the Dragon Ascension Martial Hall for this conflict were clearly more than sufficient, as it had not taken a long time for them to bring onboard Xia Tian's injury-ridden body.
The power behind a clash with Law Integration was truly appalling. Xia Tian's condition at this time was critical, and even after the doctors had employed their best treatment to heal the man, fresh blood still flowed freely even from the bandaged parts, which was evidence of just how severe the injuries he had received.
With great difficulty, Xia Tian pulled out that pair of exquisitely golden wire-framed glasses from his spatial ring, putting them on with bloodstained fingertips, causing a trace of red to smudge his spectacles.
"Patriarch…" said Xia Tian softly.
Xia Buyun hurriedly bent down and held Xia Tian, somberly remarking, "You didn't lose! Ulcen Ward has a lot more injuries than you do!"
"Huuu!"
