In an instant, it felt like a thousand silver needles pierced through the body.
A piercing and tragic scream rose to the sky.
The cry was sealed by the Heavenly Secrets; beyond three steps, it was worlds apart.
Invisible, inaudible.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the chains slowly shattered.
Wang Anfeng stood with his hands behind him, his palm open, holding a Jade Marrow that had already absorbed the vast spiritual essence accumulated by the ancestors of the Xue Family, even turning into a golden hue, slowly rotating. Next to him, Xue Seventeen sat paralyzed on the ground, his face like gold paper, drenched in cold sweat.
His voice trembled slightly with pain, as he said:
"You'd better kill me."
Wang Anfeng glanced at him, then flipped the bead into safekeeping.
