"Alright, Jian Shen, I'm fine now, thank you!" Jian Shen slowly stood up, his gaze indifferent as he looked at Xue Lang. There were no emotional fluctuations, and he seemed as calm as if these matters had nothing to do with him.
"Be careful yourself!" Lin Xi stepped aside, then glanced at the scene strewn with corpses, harboring a deep hatred for the Western Blood Clan in her heart.
Xue Lang's expression grew solemn. He was now facing Jian Shen, who had returned to the peak of his strength. This was not going to be an easy fight.
What to do? Fight, and possibly lose, or run, but given the pride of the Blood Clan, Xue Lang couldn't bear to do so.
Jian Shen naturally wouldn't give Xue Lang the chance to think or the opportunity to escape. With a quick dash, he sprinted past Xue Lang, and with a flash of his sword, left a deep wound on Xue Lang's body.
