Lu Yan had just rushed out from the fissure when the bald youth attacked again. This time, he was prepared, with his Primordial Spirit shining—it must be the application of some Soul Defense Skill.
His body surged with Immortal Power, fists flying furiously, punches as strong as pillars, striking at Lu Yan.
On the other side, the white-haired youth wielding a sword slashed across, splitting the air, intent on cutting Lu Yan in two.
"Come on."
Lu Yan's pupils contracted, as he activated the 'Seven-Injury Scripture.' He felt the pain from three sword wounds deep in his soul.
But with the help of the 'Seven-Injury Scripture,' that pain transformed into a kind of power, fortifying his own body.
Lu Yan could clearly feel his strength increase by a notch.
Lu Yan's eyes lit up.
The Seven-Injury Scripture was indeed profound, growing stronger with each injury, capable of turning wounds into motivation.
"Heavenly Destiny Thunder Blade."
