Perhaps it was because he rarely fell into a state of weakness.
His dislocated joint had just been set back in place; it was best not to recklessly exert force, and he had barely any strength anyway. A sensation of medication seeping into his bones emanated from under his ribs, tingling and itching, yet it couldn't hide the pain of cracked bones.
His meridians felt as if they were being stirred, his True Qi hindered and sluggish.
He wanted to help Zhao Changhe up but found that he couldn't; he was too heavy.
Using slightly more force made him feel like his bones were about to dislocate again; he couldn't muster any strength.
Even the fish flopping on the ground seemed capable of slapping him across the face.
"Swoosh!" The Dragon Emperor flashed and pierced into the mouth of the sea fish, running through from mouth to tail, skewering it.
San Niang said resentfully, "You want to bully me too?"
Sea fish: "..."
