Lin Xuan charged forward, once again colliding with the Sword Intent. He was injured again, but he immediately activated the Dragon Vein within him, using its Dragon Power to heal his wounds. Soon, he was fully recovered.
Then, Lin Xuan charged forward once more, clashing with the Sword Intent and cracking his body open again. He continued to heal, repeating the cycle over and over. Each time he recovered, his physique grew a little stronger. It was like a rebirth, a true Nirvana.
But the others didn't know this. From their perspective, Lin Xuan was just being injured repeatedly, completely unable to withstand the assault of the Sword Intent.
Jian Wushuang's lips curved into a smile. "It's useless, Lin Xuan," he said. "Admit defeat. You are not my opponent."
"We've won!" the people from the Celestial Sword Sect cheered.
The rest of the crowd shook their heads and sighed. It seemed the gap in their strength was simply too great.
