He drew blood three times before glaring at someone who was pregnant. He used it twice in total, and he hadn't used it the last time, saving it for when he encountered an insurmountable problem to save his life.
Clearly, this is the time now; if we don't use it now, we'll likely never have the chance to use it again.
Without the slightest hesitation, he brandished his Tai'a sword and charged towards Zhao Ruizhi.
Seeing him rushing towards him, Zhao Ruizhi was first stunned, then sneered repeatedly. This guy usually seemed quite smart, but now he actually came to his death.
What good is passion when there is an absolute disparity in strength?
He slowly raised his foot. He hated Zuan to the core. He didn't even want to use his hands, but wanted to use his feet to trample the guy on the ground like a dead dog in front of everyone, and spit him out like a spit of phlegm before he could vent his anger.
But just as he lifted his foot, his brows suddenly furrowed: "Hmm?"
He felt waves of pain coming from his stomach.
With his cultivation level, he was already immune to heat and cold and free from disease, and had not experienced abdominal pain for many years.
"Could this be a lingering effect of the guy with the sickle from before?" Zhao Ruizhi wondered. At first, his abdomen only ached slightly, but it quickly turned into a sharp pain, forcing him to put his feet down and clutch his stomach.
He Li and the others standing nearby were also dumbfounded. What was going on? Why did the emperor look so distressed? Had he been injured to this extent?
At this moment, Zu'an had already thrust his sword forward, and it looked like it was about to pierce Zhao Ruizhi's body when suddenly two chubby fingers appeared and clamped the Tai'a sword perfectly. No matter how hard Zu'an tried, he could hardly move it forward an inch.
Zhao Ruizhi slowly straightened up, gritting his teeth as he said, "You really think this little bit of pain can defeat me? Back in the day, when I conquered the world and fought against powerful demons, I suffered countless serious injuries, but I didn't even utter a sound... Ouch..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp, intense pain shot through his abdomen, almost overwhelming even his willpower, and he cried out.
He had just thought he had gotten used to the pain, but little did he know that the pain of pregnancy and childbirth was not continuous, but rather a series of periods of relief followed by contractions, each contraction more intense than the last. Just when you thought you had successfully endured it, an even more terrifying wave was yet to come.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zuan thrust the Tai'a sword forward with all his might. Zhao Ruizhi's fingers loosened slightly due to the intense pain, and he immediately lost his grip on the sword.
However, he was, after all, an emperor who had grown up in blood and fire. Despite the unknown pain in his abdomen, at the critical moment, even though beads of sweat the size of soybeans were dripping from his forehead, he still gripped the sword tightly. At this moment, the tip of the sword was only a hair's breadth away from his body.
Zuan naturally didn't expect this sword strike to kill him. Seeing this situation, he decisively abandoned the Tai'a sword in his hand and directly slapped it towards Zuan's forehead.
He Li, who had been watching the fight with wide eyes, couldn't help but admire Zu An's decisive decision to discard his sword. No wonder his group had been defeated by Zu An so many times; this guy's fighting instincts were just too strong, and he always managed to do things in unexpected ways.
He knew very well that if it were his retainers, who were fighting against the opponent's longsword with all their might just a second ago, they would have no chance of dodging his palm strike.
But Zhao Ruizhi has been the number one in the world for so many years, how could their combat experience compare to theirs?
His hand moved like a gazelle's horns, striking first despite being behind, and went straight to meet the attack.
With a crack, Zu An's arm was clearly broken. He Li, who was standing next to him, saw the abnormal twisting arc of the joint and felt the pain even though he wasn't the one who was injured.
Zuan flew back like a broken sandbag. Bi Linglong rushed to support him, her voice filled with panic and tears: "Azu!"
Mi Li was about to say something, but seeing this, she didn't speak again.
At this moment, Zhao Ruizhi sneered, "Linglong, I used to think you were very smart, but now I find you to be so stupid. You've fallen for such a brute and actually dared to dream of fighting me?"
After all, he was invincible. By now, he had gradually adapted to the feeling of pregnancy and childbirth. Although he experienced contractions from time to time, he forcibly suppressed them with his internal energy, and they were within a tolerable range.
Bi Linglong glared at him hatefully: "Unlike you, a cold-hearted person who only treats people as pawns, he would give everything for me, even his life. In this respect, a selfish person like you can never compare."
Seeing that the woman he was betrothed to was speaking up for another man at this crucial moment, Zhao Ruizhi flew into a rage: "She's practically asking for death!"
He Li nodded in deep agreement. "I have to admire how far this adulterer has gone."
Unexpectedly, Zu'an's arrogant laughter rang out. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and with a snap, straightened his twisted arm. Everyone else broke out in a cold sweat, but he showed no sign of anything amiss on his face.
Zu An activated the Primordial Chaos Scripture, and his body, honed through countless trials, possessed astonishing recovery abilities. The severe injury on his arm had almost completely healed in the short time he had been injured.
"You think it's fun to slap me like this?" Zu'an's face was full of sarcasm.
Zhao Ruizhi was stunned. Suddenly, he felt a chilling sensation that seemed to be targeting his soul. He raised his hand and saw that his palm was covered in white, and the whiteness was gradually moving up his wrist.
"Ice Heart Snow Soul!" Having roamed the world for so many years, he naturally recognized what kind of poison it was immediately.
Logically speaking, under normal circumstances, this kind of poison, though miraculous, would hardly harm him. However, he was suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth, his strength was diminished, and he had suffered serious injuries from fighting Bai Qi and Wang Jian's heroic spirits. He also fought with Mi Liying and was poisoned by the "whoever glares at you will get pregnant" spell. At this moment, his condition was worse than ever before, which is why this deadly poison took advantage of his weakness.
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