A Head, Eyes Open in Death

Rustle!

Daughter of Stonemason Xu lifted the curtain, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on the figure beneath the blood mist.

That was Chu Qing.

At this moment, Chu Qing was a mangled mass of flesh and blood.

But what was terrifying was this:

His flesh and blood were actually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

He climbed out of the deep pit one step at a time.

By the time he stood on the ground, every wound on his body had completely healed.

How could his recovery ability be so powerful?

Luo Sheng's attack just now had blown his flesh and blood apart.

Even his tendons and bones should have shattered.

No.

Daughter of Stonemason Xu's pupils constricted.

Chu Qing's tendons and bones had not broken.

How was that possible?

Even she would have been unable to block Luo Sheng's attack just now and might have been killed by a single punch.

How could Chu Qing's tendons and bones withstand it?

Even if he had eaten dragon tendons and cultivated Golden Bones with special traits, he should not have been able to endure it!

How had Chu Qing done it?

How could his foundation be so deep?

Luo Sheng, who had been crazily inhaling, was stunned.

In his shock, he actually forgot to inhale.

The dozen-meter air vortex stalled and dissipated.

What kind of recovery ability was this?

Even people like Heavenly Staff needed more than ten minutes to slowly recover after taking a punch from his Ancient Secret Martial Art.

How could this country bumpkin's recovery ability be so high?

What secret inheritance did his flesh and blood possess?

What secret inheritance did his skin and fur possess?

Which Major City Martial Academy was he from?

Or... was he a student of the