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Thump, thump, thump!
The air grew thick with the stench of blood.
Su Heng's footprints stamped in the blood, stepping over the headless corpses of monks scattered haphazardly as he made his way to the depths of the hall.
The body of Zen Master Dingguang was deeply embedded in a collapsed and shattered hole, his limbs broken, blood seeping from his mouth, nose, and eyes. Half his body had been blown apart; broken ribs piercing through the flesh, exposed under the bright moonlight.
However—
The vitality of a cultivator from Heavenly Deceit Realm was incomparably formidable.
Even with such grievous injuries, a strand of Buddha's light still clung to Zen Master Dingguang, maintaining his life.
Sensing Su Heng's arrival, Zen Master Dingguang tried to open his mouth.
But black blood seeped from between his lips and teeth, his throat clogged with torn flesh, rendering him unable to speak.
