"Here, this is the Magic Artifact." Zhang Siche took hold of Pei Ye's wrist, guiding it down to his stomach.
Pei Ye touched a belly.
Then, the belly caved in.
Pei Ye was staring at Zhang Siche in disbelief.
"Shush!"
Below the belly skin was a warm abdominal cavity, an unimaginable critical wound. The abdomen was almost pulverized, only a thin layer of skin cloaked over.
Pei Ye could not understand how he could be so calm and collected, and even managed to fight through three rounds with such a severe injury.
From this gory and mangled abdominal cavity, Pei Ye pulled out a Small Iron Talisman.
"I'll give you more of my True Qi – when the time comes, you only need to infuse it into the talisman to activate it." Zhang Siche took hold of his wrist and channeled the True Qi over, "Once this talisman is activated, no one can harm you for at least ten breaths of time."