"Hiss... It's really a bit painful!"
After Jimu Sanhe completely lost his breath, Xu Xiangbei sat on the ground, thoroughly relaxing.
"How are you? You're not badly hurt, right?"
Having been scared half to death in the car by Jimu Sanhe, Zhao Xinfang finally regained her composure. Realizing she had narrowly escaped a tragedy, she took several deep breaths and noticed Xu Xiangbei sitting on the ground, blood soaking through his back.
Zhao Xinfang knew that if Xu Xiangbei hadn't blocked that sword for her, Jimu Sanhe's blade would have beheaded her!
"Don't worry... I'm okay. By the way, if you have bandages or similar supplies in your car, please bring some down for me."
Sitting on the ground, Xu Xiangbei gritted his teeth in pain. Although he used Inner Strength to cover his skin before Jimu Sanhe's sword struck, preventing severe damage, Jimu Sanhe's Sword Dao was of considerable skill, creating a huge cut on Xu Xiangbei's back, from which blood was pouring out.
