"Roar!"
Geng Canmao let out another roar, shattering the Sword Qi into pieces.
"Boy."
Master Dongwei glanced back, asking, "You won't die, will you?"
"It's not comfortable anyway."
Chen Sansi's ears were ringing incessantly. Hiding behind the other, he sat cross-legged, channeling energy to maintain his Divine Sense; "If senior could provide me with some Healing Pills, I believe I could recover more quickly."
He looked around but did not find any trace of the Thunderbolt Soul Suppressing Whip. To shake off a Transformed Beast Cultivator in such a short time showed that even among cultivators of the same Realm, Master Dongwei was among the stronger ones.
"Take it."
Master Dongwei, without any hesitation, tossed a bottle of third-grade elixirs.
Chen Sansi caught the pills, checked them with the technique of "See Pill and Recognize the Recipe," and then swallowed them in one gulp.
"Old Dongwei!"
Not far away, Geng Canmao shouted sharply: "Get out of my way!"
