700 A Strong Enemy Strikes

"Great Elder, are you alright?"

Loose rocks tumbled down as Sixth Elder slowly crawled out of the rubble, his expression looking very unpleasant. His handlebar mustache stood on end, and his hair was disheveled.

When he saw the wide gaping hole on Chu Changsheng's chest, he became alarmed.

Was that old man from the Heavenly Spring Holy Grounds so strong that he could heavily injure Chu Changsheng?

"I'm fine. That old man's injuries are way worse than mine," Chu Changsheng said nonchalantly. A bright light shone in his hands, and he covered the gaping hole on his chest with his palm. True energy shot out, and a hissing sound could be heard.

In the next instant, the flesh in his chest began to writhe and slowly formed towards the center, closing the wound. 

After releasing his hand, a scary-looking scar appeared on his chest.