Chapter 64: Heavenly Spear

Severed arms and torn flesh danced through the air, and fiery blood gushed from the cross-sections. Having fused with Bessen's physical form, Kaning was no longer an intangible phantom. A physical body allowed one to unleash true power, but precisely because of this, it could be wounded by the blade!

Chu Hengkong had only managed to open his eyes after executing the slash, meeting a pair of burning eyes whose vertical pupils resembled cyan scars. Ignoring his missing limbs, Kaning kept his gaze locked entirely on Chu Hengkong’s saber.

"Not bad, assassin," he whispered.

Come to think of it, tonight I had over a hundred brothers, while Tiger Luo and his men numbered barely thirty.

Lu Hui saw stars after my kick, taking a full two minutes to recover his senses, while the boys from Class Five hurriedly swarmed around to check on their leader's condition. Meanwhile, all of us in Class One burst into cheers, celebrating our victory.

It turned out that Qi Hao must have given it to Tiger while I was packing my things. Despite his usually careless and casual demeanor, I never expected him to be so considerate.

A person's endurance has its limits; facing so much ugliness in such a short span of time, Nanyu might not be able to hold on.

Among the Pei family members, probably only Pei Zhongxia remained true to her original self. She returned to university to resume the studies she had half-abandoned earlier due to the deterioration of her family's circumstances.

If you really think about it, this kid sure knows how to be reborn—growing inside my belly practically meant having two fathers and one mother.

The two of them communicated purely through divine sense, so the densely packed crowd of people in five-colored robes surrounding them heard nothing; otherwise, the entire grand formation might have suffered a momentary lapse in focus.

A moment later, Li Yanyan ordered Wu Xiang and Ma Kun to drag me up from the ground, and then forced me to lick her boots on my knees.

"Heh." Long Yichen chuckled softly, then thrust his hand directly into his Dantian. In the blink of an eye, he absorbed every ounce of cultivation from inside Xuan Yuance's body. Xuan Yuance was instantly struck by the realization that his cultivation had vanished entirely in a fraction of a second.

During the break between the third-period chemistry classes, Li Yanyan came to the classroom and told me that Murong Kun was being utterly bullying, asking if she should call Brother Feng or Han Feiyu over to teach him a lesson.

The commanders on the high platform glanced sideways slightly. Being deep-minded individuals, they naturally knew that this old fox had ulterior motives and was merely trying to deflect the topic toward the discarded stone, but how could any of them let him have his way so easily?

Lin Qingxuan circulated his cultivation technique incessantly. He could feel that under the stimulation of the Yin-nether Qi, his cultivation had already achieved a noticeable increment, and he could not help feeling secretly overjoyed.

Staring at Sumu for a long time, Mobai suddenly burst out laughing. The sound was neither mocking nor cold, but rather like someone recalling a delightfully amusing matter, laughing heartily. This left Sumu utterly astonished, as this was the first time in all these years he had ever seen Mobai laugh so unrestrainedly.

Having played his part to the fullest, Diwu Mo did not return to his own courtyard to rest, but instead headed straight for Luo Wusheng's courtyard. Looking at her sleeping figure, he thought that if he could gaze upon her sleeping face like this for the rest of his life, it would surely be a blessing. Imagining what the future might hold, Diwu Mo unconsciously let out a soft chuckle.

The First Madam, however, wore a displeased expression: It seems this deity cannot be sent away once more. Who knows what Chai Moyu has taken, but Su Ruoyao staying behind holds no benefit for her whatsoever—why on earth would she put in a good word for her?

"I, I, I... what's wrong?" Seeing Luo Wusheng's exasperated expression, Ye Qingjue pouted his lips and mimicked her tone of speech.

Instantly, Lin Qingxuan felt as though he had plunged into molten iron, experiencing a piercing, agonizing pain that made him collapse headlong onto the ground, shrieking in piercing terror.

Just as the final syllable of the word "live" faded away, Ye Qingjue broke through the boundaries of his illusory imagination, opening his ink-dark, profound eyes with a lingering tremor to search for the one he had longed for.