This feeling...
It was back.
Wang Jixuan suddenly wanted to cry.
His former self had been so weak, yet so real. Starting over from the beginning was one thing, but he had done so in such a short time. He had even found time to fall in love, experience the mortal world, and learn that this was his Third Life, while his Second Life had vanished somewhere unknown...
Countless stray thoughts surged through his mind in an instant.
Wang Jixuan seemed to return to Qingping Mountain in Wangxian Valley, climbing step by step onto Du Xian Terrace and facing that vast, boundless Heavenly Might.
Compared to Heavenly Might, what was there to fear from these petty clowns?
And why should he get angry over people who were about to die?
Wang Jixuan suddenly smiled.
At this moment, every gaze in this place was fixed upon him. Wang Jixuan knew that he had only the time it took an incense stick to burn, and he still had to use this power to accomplish more.
So, without any flourish, formality, or needless words, he raised his hand and grabbed at the distance.
The old man wielding the Black Mist Weapon only felt his vision blur. He could not tell whether space was compressing backward or he was flying forward. In an instant, he arrived before Wang Jixuan and delivered his own neck into the other man's hand.
The old man's eyes nearly split apart as his Core Circuit surged at full force.
But—
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out, and the old man's lips trembled uncontrollably.
It shattered!
His Core Circuit had suddenly shattered!
Like candy coating lightly pinched between fingers, it possessed no toughness whatsoever. It exploded directly inside his body. The agony that pierced deep into his soul made the