A ghastly cry echoed in mid-air as a murderous flying sword fell to the ground, emitting a piercing noise. Miao Ke'er's body uncontrollably rushed forward, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Exhaling harshly, Xiao Qiang's face was devoid of any color. His meridians had been tempered by the Tao Te Ching and his physique had been toughened amid flashes of lightning; his body was almost on par with a peak Golden Core warrior.
However, because he had used all his creation Qi to heal Miao Ke'er, and both his heart and throat had been injured, any other Foundation Building warrior would have long perished. But the creation scripture he cultivated maintained a thread of creation Qi in his meridians, keeping him alive.
He slowly opened his eyes, his face an iron blue, gasping heavily as he muttered to himself, "It's fortunate that the old coot is gone, or else I would have been dead without a doubt."
