Translator: Pika

  Zu An spat out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth as he slowly stood up from the ground. Even though he was shaking a little, he seemed to possess a resolute strength.

  “You…… how are you still able to stand up?” Mosquito Daoist was shocked. She was very clear about the strength behind her earlier strike, and knew that it should have rendered her opponent unable to continue fighting.

  Zu An wiped away the blood at the corners of his lips. He chu..