Watching his master depart, Ling Tianyu's face turned deathly pale in an instant and he suddenly fell to one knee.
"Pfft!"
The energy and blood inside him surged suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, making his face even paler.
Ling Tianyu's eyelids fluttered, and his breathing became slightly rapid.
He had defeated the Ancestral Dragon, but he was not well-off either. In that final round, he almost used up his last bit of strength, managing to win just before his strength completely dissipated.
He had won, true, he remained motionless, but the moment he defeated the Ancestral Dragon, a countershock force would also occur. His cultivation dispersed—how could he possibly withstand such a countershock force?
Absolutely impossible.
He had held on until now, not wanting his master to know he was injured, but now he could no longer hold on, he truly couldn't.
