I couldn't help but admit that the demonic blade's light was full of killing power. If it was a normal warrior, even if he was at the peak of Transforming Strength, he would have died on the spot.
Even though I was able to withstand it, Dantian's injury had severely affected my combat power. Even though I had tried to use Pure Yang Qi to heal myself, it was extremely slow. According to this speed, I would need at least a few hours to fully recover.
At this critical moment, not to mention a few hours, even a few minutes would be enough for me to die a hundred times. After all, life and death could be decided in a short moment when experts exchanged blows.
The small mustache man had an arrogant smile on his face, as if he was a demon that could destroy the world. Seeing the people around him fleeing in all directions, he became even more excited.
I was so angry that my mouth was crooked. At this moment, the Golden Snake Sword trembled slightly. I could feel its unwillingness. Even though the weapon that the small mustache man used was one of the ten famous swords in Japan, it paled in comparison to the Golden Snake Sword which had a long history. However, the small mustache man was stronger than me with the help of the berserk potion. With my current strength, I could definitely fight against a half-step True Immortal expert. However, the enemy's strength had exceeded my expectations.
"Xiao Jin, I'm sorry."
I looked guilty as I looked at the Golden Snake Sword. It looked as if I was talking to myself. It didn't matter if the Golden Snake Sword could sense my intention or not, it had to apologize. It was my fault that I couldn't let the sword shine. At least, after the Golden Snake Sword had been repaired, it had decisively recognized me as its master. This was more important than anything else.
However, to be honest, even though I had lost to the small mustache man, I was still unwilling to accept it. The reason why he could beat me was purely due to the berserk potion. That thing was too overbearing. I suddenly had the urge to burn my blood essence. That way, no matter if it was my Qi-Jin or inner strength, they would have a qualitative leap, allowing me to fight against the small mustache man.
This idea wasn't bad, but there was a problem that couldn't be ignored. The most important thing was that when the Blood Demon had occupied my body, it had already ignited its blood essence. As everyone knew, when a martial artist ignited their blood essence, it was an irreversible process. However, my Pure Yang blood essence was somewhat special and had a certain self-healing ability.
Although I survived the calamity, it left behind many hidden dangers. Only I can sense this. If I were to burn my blood essence again, even if my life wouldn't be in danger, my cultivation would regress.
I had a premonition that I didn't have much time left. If I lost a part of my cultivation, the Blood Devil wouldn't be afraid of me anymore. Moreover, I would have to represent the True Martial Pavilion in the promotion competition held by the martial world soon.
So, I suppressed that thought. Just as I didn't know what to do, the golden snake sword buzzed. It seemed to have sensed my unwillingness and apology.
Suddenly, I lost control of the golden snake sword and pulled it out of my hand. The trembling became stronger and stronger. In the next instant, the sharp tip of the sword stabbed into my stomach without any warning.
"Pu!" I widened my eyes in disbelief. How was this possible?
Why did the golden snake sword hurt me?!
Was it controlled by the mustache man?
However, I glanced at him and realized that he was also stunned. However, he immediately revealed a gloating smile.
"Stupid guy, you don't deserve to use Hua Xia's godly weapon. Now that you've suffered the backlash of the godly weapon, you deserve it!" The mustache man said proudly.
Godly weapon backlash?
Only then did I react. Although it was possible that it was as he said, I felt that the golden snake sword wouldn't do that to me.
Then, my blood slowly flowed into the golden snake sword. At the same time, the tip of the golden snake sword glowed with a faint red light, like a bloody mouth.
Then, the surrounding energy continuously flowed into the red light. More accurately, it should be gathering into my body!
Although the golden snake sword's attack had completely destroyed my Dantian, it had used this method to take over all the erratic energy in the surroundings. Moreover, the range was continuously expanding.
The energy within a radius of a few hundred meters seemed to have been summoned and quickly surged towards me.
"Huh?"
The mustache man suddenly felt that something was wrong. Now that the golden snake sword was really backfiring on me, why did it have to be so complicated? From the looks of the situation, the golden snake sword seemed to be helping me.
"Oh no!" The mustache man's heart thumped as he suddenly came to a realization.
His blade contained destructive power. No matter how strong the Dantian was, it couldn't block it. It looked like the golden snake sword was adding fuel to the fire, but in reality, it was further destroying my Dantian. That way, it could achieve the effect of breaking and building!
In the thousands of years of Hua Xia's history, there were many mysterious martial arts philosophies, such as using softness to overcome hardness, using little effort to move a thousand kilograms, and so on. The real masters usually liked to study these things. On the other hand, ordinary martial artists were used to learning from other people's experiences. It was almost impossible for them to reach a new height.
At this moment, although my Dantian was destroyed once again, it was absorbing the energy in the world through the golden snake sword as a medium.
As the saying goes, without destruction, there can be no construction. This was the principle of breaking and building.
In fact, in the golden age of martial arts a thousand years ago, martial artists below the land immortal level were collectively known as postcelestial martial artists. They needed to store and contain energy through Dantian. Even if they were Transforming Strength martial artists, they were just further concentrated Dantian. They couldn't be considered as innate martial artists. The standard of measurement was very simple. As long as one reached the level of becoming one with the dantian, one would be a respected innate martial artist.
The so-called becoming one with the dantian was to integrate the Dantian into the meridians and store the energy through the body.
In other words, the golden snake sword understood that I was in danger, so it simply created an opportunity for me to survive. As long as I could withstand this wave of energy, I would have the same control of energy as a land immortal.