A fracture?
Ji Hao looked at his broken bones. Meanwhile, he thought of something.
His arm was broken by Pan Xi, this was a sort of destruction, wasn't it? Ji Hao chuckled. All of a sudden, his broken left arm quietly disintegrated into cloud of dark grains. Pan Xi's arms reached straight to his chest with the dazzling colorful light.
In the next moment, Ji Hao gained a slightly deeper understanding about the great Dao of destruction. His broke arm grew back out, looking exactly the same as the original one, but the strength and power of destruction contained in this new arm had both been raised by thirty percent.
Destruction of both himself and the other things was a source of power!