If you're down on your luck, even cold water can get stuck in your teeth. That's exactly the Tree Spirit's situation: beaten up by Master Zhang, spitting a lot of blood, and now, even sitting here, his chrysanthemum has been blown up, and by a team of seven top masters!
Keep in mind, this was a combined energy lance of the seven top masters representing metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. So when it stabbed through the chrysanthemum gate, the Tree Spirit was in such pain that his eyes rolled back, and the energy lance was less than half a centimeter from his heart.
Hanging by a thread, narrowly escaping danger, severely painful, and utterly infuriating, the Tree Spirit screamed miserably in the sky for a long time before dissolving that heart-piercing pain.
"Pfft~" After the pain subsided, a wave of grievance and suffocation surged within him, so he couldn't hold back and spat another mouthful of fresh blood.
