Moreover, Mo Yang's entire body was now radiating an ocean-like surge of blood qi. The golden blood that had been scattered about unexpectedly converged toward him of its own accord. A hazy golden light mist billowed around his body, and the gaping, blood-soaked holes straight through his chest were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The Six-Word Scripture Secret Art, the Saint Script!"
An old monk exclaimed in shock.
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