Shi Huaidie leaned against the wall, her delicate face somewhat pale, accompanied by the breathing techniques coming not with the soothing brought by inner strength circulating through the meridians, but with stinging pain, relentless stinging pain.
It was as if thousands of tiny blades mixed with inner strength's qi mechanism were circulating within the meridians, and even with the aid of the Famous Sword Fish Intestine's power, it was difficult to fully suppress, instead leading to even more intense resistance.
Shi Huaidie's throat tasted sweet, unable to hold back a cough of fresh blood, but also used this backlash to force the circulation of qi and blood. Among the fresh blood, sharp qi mechanisms mixed in, hitting the ground, piercing dense holes, buried deep, unseen to the bottom.
After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Shi Huaidie's complexion significantly improved.
