CRACKLE... RUMBLE...
The cliff face shattered, riddled with cracks as massive boulders tumbled down, kicking up clouds of dust.
It was like the end of the world!
Zhao Qinghuo propped himself up on his hands and knees, gasping for air. He coughed up mouthfuls of jarringly bright blood, letting the falling boulders smash against him as a violent True Essence Light surged from his body.
His caved-in chest was faintly rising and falling.
Enveloped in surging True Essence, his broken ribs were knitting back together.
Venomous, blood-red light and a chilling killing intent gushed from Zhao Qinghuo's eyes.
"Heh heh heh… To think that I, Zhao Qinghuo, after decades of dominating the martial world, would nearly fall at the hands of a brat who still smells of his mother's milk."
