Mountains stretched on and on, where upon the summit stood a tall and straight figure.
This was a young man barely into his twenties, with a gaze as resolute as lightning, and a countenance as refined as a pine. Yet, his face was somewhat pale.
After taking two steps forward, the young man suddenly clutched at his chest and ferociously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Indeed, the flying sword of Zhang Daoling, the Land Immortal, its mere lingering might could gravely wound me!"
The young man was none other than Li Chen.
Li Chen forcefully gathered his True Yuan, circulated it through the Big and Small 36 Circuits, and after ensuring there was no damage to his foundation, he finally took a long breath in relief.
He slightly adjusted his breath and then eagerly took out the Zhang Ling Sword, gently caressing it with his hands.
