Ye Qian was still frowning seeing the small traces of blood that he had coughed.
He obviously was best aware of his own situation.
Just now, in his anger he had punched the General with most of his strength which he would muster and dare to use, leaving him almost nothing in order to defend.
Of course, given his physique, he didn't have to worry about being injured.
But the sudden punch from the General had caused the Spiritual Energy which he had focused in his fist at that time to turn chaotic.
Last night bathing himself in the endless Spiritual Qi in the mountains of Fengshun, Ye Qian had used most of it to heal his dantian.
Of course, the result it would have had on his recovery was very tiny to be considered, but Ye Qian was well aware that this was still quite a lot.
