Yu Xuan had been caught by that attack, accidentally.
Was it because he had relaxed after narrowly escaping a life and death situation?
Because his guard had slipped, just for a moment?
And to think he had been sent flying by a mere Tier-4 demon of all things.
He couldn't help it.
He laughed.
He didn't realize it then, but this was the exact same feeling Ten Thousand Eye Horror, Ancestor Wan had experienced when a mere projection of Yu Changming had injured him.
That mix of disbelief, irritation, and reluctant amusement.
"Cough… cough…"
Yu Xuan coughed lightly as he pushed himself out of the crater.
His multicolored robes were immaculate as ever, not a single tear in sight, but internally his organs were in mild disarray.
That punch had been heavy, far heavier than expected.
Still, the damage was superficial.
A few shallow cracks along his skin began to knit themselves together almost immediately, flesh repairing itself as if embarrassed to have been injured at all.
