Nameless Sea Region.
Aboard the Ghostly Flood Dragon.
"Cough, cough..."
Su Ye let out a light cough as a sweet, coppery taste rose in his throat.
He had been injured from directly facing the Sword Intent of a Nascent Soul cultivator, even with his fifth-rank Divine Sense.
Of course, the injury wasn't severe. The real strain had come from going all-out afterward to activate his Netherworld Skill.
Otherwise, the pressure from the Sword Intent alone, even from a great Nascent Soul cultivator, would have hardly been enough to injure him.
After all, Su Ye's body and soul were already at the fifth rank.
They were in no way inferior, even when compared to a fifth-rank Demon Emperor.
PHEW...
After meditating for a moment to regulate his breathing, Su Ye let out a long, clear breath.
He raised a hand and wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Fuyunzi..."
A cold glint appeared in Su Ye's eyes.
