Pain.
Pain that seeped into the marrow.
The secret arts of the Two Palaces couldn't counter the Divine Abilities of the Four Wastes and Wuqiong. It was like giving Lu Bei a strong medicine at his most vulnerable, and considering he had just overcome a challenge not long before, one could imagine the toxicity of the medicine.
Lu Bei's soul looked inward and saw muscles torn, bones shattered, and law power that had no way to dissipate surged wildly in all directions, pulverizing his internal organs into mush.
Unable to contain the pain, he opened his mouth and spewed out a blue mist; a sound so deep and shadowy it turned Han Miaojun and Yan Xiaoshuang's complexions deathly pale.
Lu Bei had no time to comfort them nor the sentiment to pity and cherish the fairer sex. He waved his hand and opened the gate of Yin and Yang, sending the two women into it with a punch.