Su Yie's consciousness gradually returned, and before he opened his eyes, he felt a tearing pain throughout his body, as if he were being skinned and deboned.
"Su kiddo, look where your recklessness got you—now you're in trouble, aren't you?"
Sword of Defeated Grudges coldly huffed in Su Yie's mind, allowing his memories to begin to recover.
He struggled to open his eyes, and what came into view was a scene of ruins—nothing but rubble all around.
He lay amidst the ruins, covered in blood, even his Primordial Yellow Robe had been blasted to pieces.
If not for the Primordial Yellow Robe, Su Yie's life might have been at risk.
Supported by his robust constitution, Su Yie's vitality was restoring, but he found himself completely immobilized for now.
He struggled to turn his head and saw Li Huahun lying about five meters away, equally miserable, blood-covered, and on first glance, like a lump of flesh and blood difficult to recognize.
"Are you dead?"
