After a violent collision, Lu Yan's figure rapidly retreated, shattering a towering, cloud-piercing mountain.
Only after smashing through the mountain did Lu Yan stabilize his form.
He felt a stinging pain in his palm and all over his body.
On his palm, there was a sword wound so severe that half of his palm was nearly cleaved through, the bone fractured, blood flowing freely.
"Such a terrifying attack," Lu Yan inwardly exclaimed with alarm.
Fortunately, true patterns coiled around his palm, connecting to the muscles and bones, and, in the end, forcibly stopped the blow; otherwise, his palm would have definitely been severed.
Beyond his palm, the dreadful Sword Qi spread throughout his body, leaving countless minor sword wounds on Lu Yan.
With a burst of Doctrine power within his body, his muscles and bones trembled, expelling the myriad tiny threads of Sword Qi from his body, piercing the void with small holes.
Then, the wound on his palm began to heal rapidly.
