Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor

At this moment, Chen Ming lay on the ground like a salted fish. After regaining the function of his arms, he set his bones back in place, manually cut through his flesh, and removed bone fragments. Chen Ming performed self-surgery, opening his abdomen and cleaning his injuries. Some parts of his body had been too severely damaged by the sword intent of the Asura God, and the wounds carried malevolent power. So, Chen Ming simply removed those parts manually and used his life force to regrow them.

Chen Ming removed several internal organs, including a kidney, most of his stomach, and a large portion of his liver, slowly using his life force to regenerate these parts bit by bit.

If it weren't for the fact that Chen Ming had gained some insight into the power of chaos creation, these injuries alone would have rendered him completely helpless. After all, the Dragon Core only granted him a life regeneration buff; it didn't turn his life points into infinity.

As Chen Ming was tidying up his intestines, which had spilled out onto the ground, disinfecting the usable parts and stuffing them back into his body, Qian Renxue hurried over with a burly man in tow.

The burly man appeared to be a bit over two meters tall, with a robust physique. He held a long snake spear in one hand. His hair was mostly black, with a touch of white near the roots. His face was stern and exuded a militaristic aura, like a fierce general from the army.

If not for his pale complexion, sparse facial hair, and slightly different demeanor, just looking at his snake spear and towering build, Chen Ming might have thought that Garou himself had traveled through time.

Seeing Chen Ming sitting on the ground, handling his intestines, the titled Douluo holding the snake spear was momentarily stunned. The nine soul rings floating behind him seemed to form a faint question mark over his head.

Before the Snake Spear Douluo could say anything, Qian Renxue immediately rushed over and tightly hugged Chen Ming.

With this hug, the freshly healed but still fragile bones in Chen Ming's body made a crisp cracking sound. A large section of his exposed intestines was crushed, and a torrent of blood gushed from his abdominal cavity. Chen Ming's face turned noticeably grim.

Although the Dragon Core soul core prevented these injuries from being fatal, it still hurt—a lot!

During a battle, no matter how painful it was, Chen Ming could endure it. But after the fight? That was a different story.

Chen Ming gritted his teeth, patted Qian Renxue's bald head, and forced out a twisted voice:

"Let go."

"No, I won't. I won't run away anymore."

Perhaps her faith power had been almost entirely depleted because Qian Renxue's intelligence seemed to have taken another nosedive. She wasn't particularly smart, to begin with, but now she was acting downright naive.

The Snake Spear Douluo awkwardly opened his mouth, intending to remind Qian Renxue not to accidentally crush someone to death, but Qian Renxue remained steadfast, clinging tightly to Chen Ming and pressing her bald head against his chest.

If Qian Renxue's golden hair hadn't been destroyed by Chen Ming, and if Chen Ming's intestines weren't hanging out, this scene might have been quite touching. But as things stood... well, it wasn't. The Snake Spear Douluo, who felt he had been tricked all the way here, dared not speak up. Otherwise, he felt he could unleash the longest rant of his life.

"If you hold me any longer, I'm going to die."

"No, you can't die. My Seraphim martial soul has healing abilities," Qian Renxue cried, tears streaming down her face as she summoned the gentle, holy power of her martial soul.

"No need. Just let go. Let go first. Hey, you over there watching the show—come over here and talk some sense into her!"

At Chen Ming's hoarse shouting, the Snake Spear Douluo, who was visibly struggling to keep a straight face, rushed over and pried the flustered Qian Renxue off of Chen Ming. Then, he tried using his soul power to help stabilize Chen Ming's injuries.

Looking at Chen Ming's open abdomen and the obvious absence of some internal organs, the Snake Spear Douluo's heart skipped a beat.

Although Titled Douluos possessed miraculous soul power, they weren't omnipotent. As a power-type Douluo, his soul power was nowhere near as effective as the healing abilities of a specialized support-type soul master.

If there were a healing-type soul master present—even one with just a single soul ring—the Snake Spear Douluo believed they could at least stabilize Chen Ming's condition and transport him back to the Spirit Hall for treatment. Even if only a head remained, he was sure the Grand Worship could find a way to grow a body for Chen Ming.

But the problem was that thanks to the traitors' interference, not only was there no healing-type soul master around but neither the Snake Spear Douluo nor Qian Renxue had so much as a bottle of medicine or a roll of bandages.

This dire situation would have been fatal even for the Snake Spear Douluo himself. Feeling Qian Renxue's intense gaze, the Snake Spear Douluo sensed his death looming. If he couldn't save this person, his life was as good as over.

While the Snake Spear Douluo and Qian Renxue worried about whether Chen Ming would survive, the freed Chen Ming let out a sigh of relief.

Under their shocked gazes, Chen Ming, as if it were no big deal, began fiddling with his abdominal cavity, realigning his organs and carefully stitching his intestines back together before shoving them back inside.

After ensuring no foreign objects remained in his body, Chen Ming used his soul-powered fingers to cut away the damaged and unrecoverable tissue on his abdominal skin, then continuously repaired himself using his life force.

About ten minutes later, Chen Ming let out a long breath. At this point, aside from the heavy bloodstains on his body, there was no sign of any injury.

"Help me up. I'm feeling weak."

Chen Ming reached out to the tall Snake Spear Douluo, hoping for some assistance. However, before the Douluo could react, Qian Renxue rudely yanked Chen Ming to his feet. Her movements were anything but gentle, and it didn't resemble helping an injured person at all.

If Chen Ming had been a normal person, this kind of rough handling would have worsened his injuries, even if they had initially only been minor internal bleeding. The Snake Spear Douluo, a seasoned veteran, held his breath in fear, worried that their princess might accidentally kill him right then and there.

Chen Ming's face turned pale, his lips moved slightly, but seeing the expression on Qian Renxue's face, he eventually sighed and said nothing.

What could he even say?

Looking at Qian Renxue's head, it was clear she wasn't thinking straight. He might as well save his energy and wait to speak with someone more reasonable later.

Not only had this fool not fled, but she had even come back with reinforcements. If Chen Ming hadn't already dealt with the remnants of the Asura God's divine consciousness and the lingering power of the Rakshasa God, the Asura God could have easily used the Snake Spear Douluo's body to launch another assault. That would have been the end.

After standing for a while, Chen Ming gradually adapted to his current condition. Thanks to his life force stimulating his blood production, his previously pale face started regaining some color.

The soul core wasn't creating something out of nothing; it drew in the energy of heaven and earth to convert. The Gold Core soul core converted soul energy, while the Dragon Core transformed soul energy into life force.

But even with life force replenishment, losing most of his internal organs and a lethal amount of blood was still a significant drain on Chen Ming. Flesh and bone were easier to regenerate, but regrowing internal organs was truly taxing.

Although the organs had regrown, they were undoubtedly weaker than before. Some fine nerves were still in the process of regenerating, and certain organs hadn't yet regained full functionality.

Moreover, aside from life force and soul power, the mental toll was also substantial. The spiritual assault of the Asura God was no trivial matter.

While Chen Ming had dismantled the Asura God's divine consciousness into basic materials, he had sealed those materials away for research and hadn't used any of them to heal himself.

Right now, Chen Ming's combat strength, at best, was only about 60% of his peak. He could probably handle two or three Qian Renxues in a fight, but against the Snake Spear Douluo, he'd likely have no choice but to run.

Fortunately, the sword energy and killing intent had avoided damaging his spine, which was reinforced by his external soul bone. Otherwise, his condition would have been even worse.