Yan Qing was half-kneeling on the ground, exhaling heavy and hot breaths, his right hand leaning on the already extinguished Bingzi Pepper Forest, and his left hand supporting a broken Seven-Star Sword.
The leather armor on his shoulder was cut open, revealing a deep wound that reached the bone, with blood and sweat soaking the shirt underneath.
This was probably the most severe injury he had suffered since birth, but it wouldn't be the last. Surprisingly, Yan Qing wasn't overly afraid, and he didn't even feel much pain. The vigorous Qi Blood of the Third-Turn Messenger had completely transformed him into an Iron-blooded Warrior… Unconsciously, he had adapted to this world and carved out a place for himself.
