Li Xian was covered with cuts and bruises, and his back was bent like an old woman. It seemed that he would fall down if he tried to fight again. However, he still had that emotionless look, one that knew no sorrow or disappointment, but the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes still showed his joy.
In any case, beating back the eight hundred-strong monk soldiers and destroying almost all of Buddhism's force which was accumulated for eight hundred years was satisfying. The land of the Tang Empire was one step closer to being safe.
Nangong Diyi was exhausted. He was panting while holding his sword. He took out a medicinal bottle with his trembling hand, poured out some Dan Pills and handed it to Li Ye and Li Xian.
Li Ye picked up a Dan pill and swallowed it. He had already had too many
