Ling Yi was knocked away, yet Xia Yunxin did not pursue him. After supporting Ling Chen, her gaze fell upon the bloody hole in his chest. She softly asked, "Are you okay?"
"For now, I'm not dead yet."
Ling Chen's face, pale like paper, forced out a smile. Although Ling Yi's sword qi did not pierce his heart, the moment it pierced his body, many fragmented sword qi exploded inside him, injuring his internal organs and meridians. If not for having soaked in the Witch Mountain Blood Sea for so many days, greatly strengthening his flesh body, he might have already perished under Ling Yi's sword.
"I never thought that a Great Elder of the Ling Family would stoop to sneak attacking a junior like me. It seems your years have truly been lived in vain."
Speaking this last line, Ling Chen intentionally raised his voice so everyone could hear him.
