"Boom!"
With a loud rumble from the center of the mountain forest, the bamboo leaves in the small world rustle in the strong wind, and the serene surface of the lake ripples.
Zhao Huai, at the center of the commotion, covers his chest with one hand, trembling as his other hand supports him with a sword on the ground. He spits out a mouthful of blood, drenching the ground around him.
After destroying his Golden Core, the backlash caused by the collision of his heart meridian's blood flow and his Qi Sea rendered him unable to bear it.
All of his magic power drained away, and now he is just an ordinary man with a slightly higher martial power. Without his Golden Core, he can no longer harness his magic power, and his Qi Sea returns to silence.
