As Bai Yucheng pulled out his own heart and threw it at Zhang San's feet, the great battle that began with a conspiracy finally ended with the conspirator's downfall.
Zhao Siyang breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost taken a life but thankfully, Zhang San delivered that final strike.
Although the Blade Intent was not his own, the power of that strike was genuinely formidable.
"Zhao Siyang, do you have any more healing pills?"
Upon hearing Zhang San's words, Zhao Siyang couldn't help but smirk, "Didn't you swindle all the previous ones from me?"
"That's a way to put it. I didn't use them on myself; I used them all to heal others. In a way, this is also helping you do good deeds!"
With no choice, Zhao Siyang took out another bottle of pills, and Zhang San took it and swallowed one.
Initially curious if Zhang San was truly injured, Zhao Siyang moved closer and saw numerous fine cracks all over Zhang San's body, caused by channeling Blade Intent.
