The forest floor was soaked in blood—yet not a single human body remained.
Reon slowly turned around. His face was splattered with crimson, blood from the enemies he had just slaughtered.
In his hand, his chipped and nearly broken sword trembled, still dripping red onto the ground.
Before him, Miu Jiang stood tall once again.
His left arm, which had been cut off moments ago, had fully regenerated.
A few minutes earlier, he had taken a Grade-5 Healing Pill—a rare and powerful pill capable of restoring lost limbs.
It was the highest-grade pill in his possession, a parting gift from his Master, an esteemed Elder of the Supreme Dao Sect, to use only in life-or-death moments.
Now, that precious pill had been wasted—used to regrow his arm just to deal with a worthless nobody.
Miu Jiang seethed with rage.
He stepped forward slowly, his breath steady, but his eyes blazed with barely contained fury.
"You really caught me off guard back there… you bastard," he muttered coldly.
