Before Ye Tianchen could stop Little Shitou, before he could talk him out of it, Little Shitou had already risked his life to try once more, concentrating all his Divine Thought to control the Martial Arts True Qi in his Dantian, trying to condense it into form.
Puff!
Just as Little Shitou recklessly concentrated his Divine Thought, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His body had already suffered severe damage, and continuing to overextend like this would naturally be unbearable. As soon as he concentrated his Divine Thought, he injured himself.
"Little Shitou..." Ye Tianchen hurriedly shouted.
"Master, let me try, if I don't try, I'll be unwilling even if I die!" Little Shitou said through gritted teeth.
