WHOOSH...
Strong winds rushed past Ling Chen's ears. Due to excessive blood loss, he could barely keep his eyes open, and the world around him had plunged into an incomparable silence. He could not hear anything, nor did he want to bother about anything. All Ling Chen wanted now was to sleep soundly for a while, preferably never to wake up again.
Biting his tongue for what felt like the umpteenth time, Ling Chen used the pain to keep himself conscious, then stuffed a handful of Elixirs into his mouth to replenish his True Qi.
Shaking his head slightly, Ling Chen felt his thoughts had become much slower. At this point, even an ordinary Martial artist could bring him down with a single blow.
I was too careless! To think I almost lost my life just to kill a mere Song Hailan and Yun Tianhe, Ling Chen chastised himself, reflecting on his error. He hadn't considered things thoroughly enough; he shouldn't have acted impulsively, which almost led to his death at Longyang's hands.
