270 Ceaseless

He Hanqing had taken a devastating sword stab that went through his body. His abdominal pain was truly overwhelming, the fresh blood gushed out like a stream. Meanwhile, there was a long tendon on his shoulder that kept on pulling...

After several successive blows, He Hanqing's mind had since plunged into a drowsy state, just managing to desperately dodge the subsequent attacks purely on instinct.

"Who are you?"

That person's face was full of gentle smiles, yet his fishing rod was mercilessly slapping and striking He Hanqing’s body and legs.

Accompanied by the cracking sound of his femur, the man’s voice was distant, "The route of the secular is a dangerous one, it is difficult to keep going forward. Sir He, Wei Xinglu sends his regards."