The place was deserted, Liao Chen dismounted from his horse, and without his support, Gu Jiao collapsed weakly on the horse’s back.
She had vomited all the blood she needed to, now it was just her energy that was depleted.
Liao Chen checked her pulse, although he wasn’t a doctor, martial artists were exceptionally sensitive to the flow and disturbance of one’s energy.
"You’re alright now?" Liao Chen was surprised.
That expression wasn’t entirely accurate, Liao Chen’s definition of ’alright’ was that there was no need to prepare for her last rites.
Still, Liao Chen was very surprised, is this girl really that tough?
She took two hits from Dark Soul’s palms, and only vomited some blood, then recovered while vomiting.
"I’m just that amazing, hmph." Gu Jiao said weakly, lying on Black Wind King’s back.
Well yes, surviving two of Dark Soul’s hits without dying is certainly impressive, but hearing it from this girl somehow makes it hard to believe.
Liao Chen’s gaze fell on her armor and battle attire, the fiery red battle attire reminded him of a cloak he had seen before, although he couldn’t quite recall its purpose.
But the material of this armor—
He raised his hand to touch the armor on Gu Jiao’s back: "This is—"
Gu Jiao said, "Hey, has no one ever told you not to touch girls casually?"
—Atmosphere killer.
The emotion in Liao Chen’s eyes froze instantly, he looked at Gu Jiao speechlessly: "Oh, you remember you’re a girl, yet you dared to face Dark Soul head-on, are you crazy?"
"He was the one confronting me head-on, I was merely tracking him." Gu Jiao stated the facts.
Though she wanted to kill Dark Soul, it wasn’t supposed to be in an unprepared state.
Actually, she and Black Wind King had been quite cautious, but Dark Soul’s vigilance was beyond what they expected.
In fact, she was lucky to have this armor on her, otherwise, she might truly have fallen at Dark Soul’s hands.
This armor seemed to be made of something beyond ordinary Black Iron, likely mixed with other materials, not only incredibly tough but also able to withstand an expert like Dark Soul’s attacks.
"I vomited blood, yet it’s not even damaged," Gu Jiao said while touching her armor.
Liao Chen cast a speechless glance at her, this girl looked very proud, did she even realize she had just crawled back from King Yama Hall?
"Oh, adult matters." Gu Jiao lay down, her cheek squished into a lump, yet still tried to feign an air of sophistication by raising her eyebrows, a sight that was truly unbearable to look at.
Liao Chen took another sip of wine, remained silent for a while, and gazed at the moonlight: "It’s not that I can’t defeat Dark Soul, I just can’t kill him."
There’s only one person in the world who can kill Dark Soul.
That is Shitian.
Unfortunately, Shitian went missing during a mission, and ever since has been unheard of, likely long dead.
Gu Jiao spoke: "By the way, how did you suddenly appear? You weren’t just passing by, were you? Monk, were you tracking me? I’m telling you, it’s wrong to track girls, where I come from, stalkers like you get beaten up badly..."
Her voice grew smaller and fuzzier.
Liao Chen turned his head, saw Gu Jiao had fallen asleep, exhausted.
Her vitality was strong, her will even stronger, but she wasn’t made of iron. She could be hurt, feel pain, and get tired.
Ever since coming to Zhan Country, this girl hadn’t had one peaceful day.
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