Seeing this, Fang Chen’s heart sank. The Kanglong Mace bore his soul imprint; as it was crushed, he suffered a backlash, and blood began to trickle continuously from the corner of his mouth.
"Actually..."
Venerable Pudu looked at Fang Chen with a touch of melancholy. "If you were just an ordinary 12th Layer of Qi Refining cultivator, perhaps those last few moves might have had a miraculous effect. At the very least, you wouldn't be in such a wretched state."
Chapter 80