With ambitions high as the sky and a life as fragile as paper, this was the true portrayal of a Rebel Clansman. Despite his formidable strength, he bore an endless resentment as his soul descended into the Netherworld.
The valley, previously filled with the sounds of combat, became eerily silent at this moment. Apart from Xiao Chen and Master Hu Guyue, there were no other signs of life.
Gently withdrawing his long spear, Xiao Chen instantly felt drained. He sighed quietly. Nobody else knew that if it were not for his constant medicinal baths and self-disciplined body refinement that resulted in an extraordinarily resilient body, he, Xiao Chen, might have been the one to fall today.
After enduring multiple medicinal baths, Xiao Chen's internal organs had already become extraordinarily robust, and under the influence of the latent medicinal power, they began to glow with vitality.
