"HUFF!"
Yan Guiyun's chest heaved. His whole body felt as if it had been sliced by a thousand blades, and every breath sent a wave of agony that contorted his features.
He was filled with grief and indignation. He couldn't believe he'd been so grievously wounded and forced to flee by someone he had never even considered a threat. That was what pained him the most.
Leaving a trail of blood, he shot into the distance like a crimson streak.
'Flee! I can't die here! Today's defeat is just a minor setback on my Celestial Essence Road.'
Yan Guiyun suppressed the terror in his heart. With his masterful control over his body, he sealed all his wounds to stop the bleeding.
He was a genius, and he had the pride to match. A temporary failure wouldn't crush him; it would only serve as a whetstone to sharpen his ambition.
"I told you, today is the day you die."
