Dao Lotus Purification

The backlash from the formation process was evident on Master Huan, whose energy had been drained to a mere tenth of its original state.

His once-vibrant aura now flickered weakly, and his body trembled as though on the verge of collapse. Just as his knees buckled, he reached into Xiao Ming's spatial pouch and retrieved the latter's blue-hilted Tiger Heart Sword.

Without hesitation, he devoured it whole, the spiritual essence of the artifact surging into his depleted meridians.

PTOEY!

Master Huan spat out a fragment of the artifact's shell, his face twisted in disgust.

"Barely enough! What sort of food is this?" he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. He cast a sharp glance at Xiao Ming, who lay swiveling unconsciously on the ground.