Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, used the Thunder Cudgel to support his body, and walked towards Chi Fei.

However, he had only gone halfway when he saw Chi Fei looking terrified and shouting at him, "Zhang Fan, watch out!"

A heavy blow struck his waist, accompanied by a surge of heat. Zhang Fan looked closely and saw a sword tip protruding from the center of his abdomen, with blood dripping down from it.

As the longsword spun, Zhang Fan's internal organs were displaced. He felt no pain, only numbness. He knew this was his body's self-preservation reaction; the rapid surge of adrenaline made his body unable to feel any pain.

However, this only showed that his body was suffering severe injuries. He drew his longsword and knelt on the ground.

Zhang Fan was drained of all his strength, and he could only turn his head to see who had hurt him.

Zhen Xing laughed wildly: "You don't know, do you? I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I've been practicing the Turtle Breathing Technique for fifty years."

"Zhang Fan!" Chi Fei crawled toward Zhang Fan.

The Thunder Cudgel was soaked with blood, and he was covered in blood.

Chi Fei crawled to his side, reached out and pulled Zhang Fan's hand, the blazing whip in her hand stained with Zhang Fan's blood.

Suddenly, the Wuji Sutra, the Blazing Fire Whip, and the wordless Heavenly Book in Zhang Fan's satchel all emitted a dazzling golden light at the same time.

They slowly rose into the air and circled in the sky.

They spun faster and faster, until finally they flew rapidly toward Zhang Fan.

It surged into Zhang Fan's body and disappeared instantly.

Zhang Fan felt a slight itch in his palm. He turned his hand over and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Three moles suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand!