Prince Sangla, his mouth still spilling fresh blood, finally understood the whole story.
But he still feigned innocence and said, "I... I don't know what you're talking about!"
A cold glint flashed in Yang Jian's eyes as he lifted his foot and kicked again.
"Boom!"
This kick was even more vicious than before, the same person at the same spot, just as pitiful.
However, this time it seemed to ignite a rebellious spirit in Prince Sangla, who took out a milky white small bottle from his pocket, hurriedly unscrewed the cap, and poured the liquid from the bottle into his mouth.
"Whizz!"
A series of white mist spread from his body and in an instant, his injuries were mostly healed.
Li Qingquan and Long Xuhu looked at each other and said in unison, "Life Source Liquid!"
"Master, should we go help Lord Yang Jian?" At this time, Ga She peeked out from behind the two and, seeing Prince Sangla fully recovered, said to Yin Xi.
