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.