The yellow-robed daoist was such a powerful expert, unknown how many battles he experienced already. When this type of injury was hacked open, his eyes were full of extreme shock and disbelief, but he didn’t even release a bitter shout. The moment blood flew out from his injuries, his left hand already pressed down against this wound in disregard to the bone deep pain. Waves of soul force were continuously released from his palm and fingers, continuously pressing against this wound, not allowing more blood to flow out.

He didn’t release any noise. Instead, at this time, most of the people in these dozen or so carriages could all see the expanse of blood that scattered out from his body.

At this instant, everyone froze slightly from horror.

Qin Zhiyan saw this scene through the gap between the two guards outside his window. His mouth widened, his entire body starting to shake uncontrollably.

He was also a cultivator, the peace during these years making his cultivation advance slowly, far from that of vicious slaughter, making him almost forget how to fight as a cultivator. However, after dozens of years, water droplets could penetrate a stone. For better or for worse, he also reached Soul Master level cultivation. It was precisely because he was this type of cultivator that he had confidence in his body, knowing that after...