"AH!"
Xinghun cried out, clutching the bleeding wound as he fell to one knee. Fortunately, the sword hadn't pierced his heart; otherwise, the blow would have been fatal.
He cursed, "I will make you wish you were dead! How dare an ant like you injure me!" He struggled to his feet and advanced on Nangong, swallowing a fast-acting Spiritual Medicine. After taking it, half of his injuries were healed.
He jeered, "Did you think that would strip me of my combat strength? You sorely underestimate the Divine Dragon. Now, I'll sever your head!" He raised his sword to strike Nangong down.
But just then, Nangong said, "No, I am indeed no match for you. But do you believe your situation is about to get much worse?"
"Is that even possible?" Xinghun said disdainfully.
Just then, however, he felt a shadow that blotted out the sky loom over him from behind. He whirled around and was scared witless, for the White Tiger Spiritual Beast had appeared behind him at some unknown point.
"AH!"
