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Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures shot forward one after the other like arrows loosed from the bow, hurtling toward the ball of white light suspended in midair.

Lu Changsheng's Thunder Roc Wings spread fully behind him. Lightning patterns flickered across their silver feathers, and each beat sent fine arcs of electricity dancing through the air. He moved so fast that afterimages trailed behind him. Though Lan Qingyu was also driving his movement technique at full force, his folding fan slicing through the sky, he was ultimately a step slower and was gradually left behind by Lu Changsheng.

As Lu Changsheng drew ever closer to the White Tortoise Saint Medicine, Lan Qingyu's eyes turned red with rage.

"Damn it! You want to get ahead of me? Dream on!"

A vicious glint flashed through his eyes. His left hand quietly slipped into his sleeve, and a pitch-black nail as thin as a cow's hair slid between his fingers. It was only an inch long, black from end to end, with a faint blue gleam at its tip. It had clearly been steeped in deadly poison—it was the hidden weapon he had treasured, the Soul-Severing Nail!

"Go!"

With a flick of Lan Qingyu's wrist, the Soul-Severing Nail shot out with a whoosh, soundlessly striking toward Lu Changsheng's back.

If that nail hit him, even his soul would be dissolved!

"Changsheng, watch out!"

Murong Taxue's cold eyes had remained fixed on the battle. Seeing this, she hurriedly called out a warning.

A wild alarm rang in Lu Changsheng's heart, and every hair on his back stood on end. He had no time to think. His Thunder Roc Wings suddenly folded, and his body shifted sideways to the left like a kite with its string severed—

Hiss!

The Soul-Severing Nail skimmed past his ribs, bringing with