To kill a thousand enemies, one must lose eight hundred of their own.
Su Wudi saw Lu Changsheng doubting the cultivation technique he had created and couldn't help but glare while stroking his beard: "I've used this technique countless times to defeat all sorts of experts within the Three Realms. If it truly left lasting harm, I would've long since turned into a pile of dirt—how would I be standing here so spirited before you? Speaking of its drawbacks, the biggest flaw is that after using it, the body enters a prolonged state of weakness and requires a period of recuperation to fully recover. But if it means defeating a powerful adversary or escaping a catastrophe with the help of this divine skill, such a price is entirely worth it."
Lu Changsheng's eyes lit up.
