The cliff top was tranquil.
Xie Tian withdrew his blood-splattered fist and closed his blood-red eyes again, contemplating the punch he was forced to throw in that life-and-death moment.
Opposite him, the woman's hand was equally drenched in blood.
But the approval in her eyes deepened by two shades.
"A good punch."
The praise, spoken with ease yet genuine, seeped effortlessly into the heart.
Xie Tian opened his blood-red eyes, gently patted the trembling bronze coffin that seemed to be cheering for him, and then spoke, "It's still very crude."
"No." The woman smiled warmly, "This punch is powerful because of its simplicity. Polishing it any further would only strip it of its essence."
Xie Tian looked pensive.
"Your comprehension is not bad, so why did you practice the Evil God Technique and the Futu Space-Time Scripture incorrectly?"
