Xu Yunfan stood at the edge of the raging torrent of Muddy Fiend. The Eight Sceneries Cloud Qi slowly receded into his body, leaving behind a devastated battlefield and the lingering stench of burning and blood in the air.
The Great Arhat hadn't sustained much damage. He had only feared being intercepted by a Great Daoist Master from the Primordial Sect and had thus fled swiftly after his single strike.
He lowered his head and looked at Chu Chengnan, who lay nearby on the verge of death, as if drained of all Vitality. This was Daoist Master Hundred Peaks—the same man who, moments ago, had been on the verge of attaining the Golden Core with immense power. Now, his breath was as faint as a thread, his meridians were shattered, his Grotto Heaven had withered, and his Cultivation had been all but knocked back to the Foundation Establishment Realm. He was utterly crippled.
