Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Several dozen breaths later, the haze slowly dispersed.

Wu Ge's figure emerged first.

He still stood in place, the Purple Lightning Sword in his hand still angled toward the ground, the purple thunder markings on the blade still flowing slowly.

But several jarring wounds now marked his body, and a note of disorder had appeared in his aura.

This was the result of excessive True Origin consumption and depleted essence blood.

And across from him, Chen Qing's figure also emerged slowly from the haze.

The Molten Abyss Spear was angled toward the ground in his hand, the flame markings on the shaft still burning, though somewhat dimmer than before.

A thread of blood clung to the spear tip, but it was not his own.

Chen Qing bore no wounds, his robes intact, only a few scorch marks from the thunder lingering on his sleeves.