The next morning.
Zhou Yuanjue sat cross-legged on the bed in his private ward, his eyes shut tight. His Spirit coalesced as the Nirvana Fire burned throughout his body, mobilizing his body's instincts to their fullest to repair his wounds.
His other injuries were negligible, but the piercing wound in his chest had damaged his lung. It was quite severe. Even with the help of his Nirvana Fire, it would likely take four to five days to heal completely. It was, by all accounts, a serious injury.
That said, killing those two guys at such a cost was well worth it.
Although their Martial Arts Techniques were mediocre, their formidable physical prowess—combined with their extraordinary physical abilities and that abnormal spiritual entity shielding their own Spirits—made them immune to the influence of a powerful Martial Artist's will. Any top-tier Martial Artist below the Saint Awakening realm who faced them alone would have been in mortal danger.
