The Weird Power In The Dark River

The injuries Xiao Ming sustained were fatal—lethal enough to spell doom for most cultivators below the Dao Soul Realm.

However, even after measuring Xiao Ming's worth, after recognizing his thirty-six sacred meridians and his unique heavenly physique that granted him both fortune and success, Zi Xiang had still underestimated him.

He had underestimated the son of a divinity far too much.

The attack had happened too suddenly. Xiao Ming hadn't had the luxury to seize the initiative or carefully plan a means of survival.

He had been caught off guard—assassinated in cold blood.

Assassination flowed in the veins of the Zi Clan. It was a trait shared between father and son.

Now, Xiao Ming teetered between life and death, between safety and peril. His seventy-two sacred meridians and the other two Xiantian Cores could allow him to push forward, treating today's injuries as if they had never existed.