"Your internal organs must be shattered, Brother Shen, how pitiful."
The Duke of Destruction sighed.
However, behind the young Shen Ye appeared the shadow of a lotus platform.
One Breath to Three Pure Ones!
A faint glow emerged as small words:
"Under the blessing of the Dharma Aspect, the power of that strike just now was divided into three parts."
"You 'fed' on the opponent's attack, turning it into your strength, accounting for one-third."
"Through 'Natural Evolution', you decomposed another third and began to deduce the opponent's Fist Technique 'Destruction Holy Temple Lightning Shadow'."
"The remaining third of the force struck you."
"You are injured!"
The young Shen Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled, saying:
"Duke, are you underestimating people too much? It's just the beginning."
He raised the Rain Blade once again.
A trace of doubt flashed on the Duke of Destruction's face.
——Hit by my full strength, yet still so lively?
Not dead yet?
