"Alas, it still can't compare to a Flying Sword," Chen Yuan sighed lightly, his wrist retracting as he directly absorbed the Divine Soul Sword into his body.
His complexion had returned to normal, no longer showing the paleness from the previous battle, appearing as if he had not been injured at all.
But Chen Yuan knew very well that this was only superficial; his insides had suffered damage to the core, and he would have to return and recuperate for a while.
The strike on the summit of Fuji Mountain had been Chen Yuan's pinnacle moment since arriving in this world.
At that time, he had forcibly burned all the remaining True Yuan in his body, forcibly expanded the range of his Divine Thought, and even spat out a mouthful of his Lifebound True Essence, to stimulate the not yet fully advanced Xuanming Flying Sword, allowing him to unleash that earth-shattering, Ghost God-weeping strike.
