Feng Lishen stumbled out from the wreckage.
His robes were in tatters, half his hair burned away, his chest caved in where his own artifact had exploded against him.
He wheezed, but his eyes blazed with murderous fury.
"You…" His voice was hoarse, every word dragged out through bloodied lips. "You dare destroy my family's heirloom!"
Fang Yuan lowered his hand, sword tilting at his side.
His voice was lazy as he replied , "That wasn't me, it's not my fault that you kept hiding like a rat inside that toy."
Feng Lishen spat a mouthful of blood onto the cracked floor, the droplets sizzling as they hit the ground.
He straightened himself as his face twisted, veins bulging against his temples.
With a guttural roar he bit down on a jet-black pill, the crunch audible even through the cacophony of battle.
A bitter, metallic scent filled the air as the powder dissolved instantly on his tongue.
