Overlooking

The shadow on the wall trembled slightly, and a faint roar seemed to sound beside Chen Fei's ear.

Chen Fei glanced at the main gate. Outside, the moonlight was bright and clear, and in the distance, he could still see the Medical Hall's servants scattering in all directions.

Chen Fei withdrew his gaze, walked slowly to the wall, pulled out the woodcutter's knife, then thrust both hands directly into the crack it had left behind.

"Chen Fei... Chen Fei... Have you seen my head? Where did my head go?"

Qi Chun's voice suddenly rang out behind Chen Fei. A cold, sinister aura brushed against him, as though Qi Chun were pressed against his back at that very moment.

"On the ground. Look for it properly yourself!"

Chen Fei seemed utterly unaware of the abnormality behind him, speaking as though he were conversing with an ordinary person.

"But I can't see it. You were the one who cut me down. Can you help me look for it? Heh heh..."

Qi Chun's voice grew gloomy, as if it were emerging from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds.

"Get lost!"

A roar erupted from Chen Fei's mouth, and powerful force rippled out from his body. Qi Chun's voice vanished without a trace in an instant.

Chen Fei looked at the wall before him. It seemed as though the clash of dragons and elephants sounded within his body. His arms began to exert force, and the wall was gradually torn open.

It should have been ordinary mud, bricks, and stones, yet the wall now seemed to possess life, desperately resisting Chen Fei's strength and refusing to let him tear it apart.

"Open!"

Chen Fei sank slightly, gave a low shout, and tremendous strength burst from both arms. In an instant, he forcibly tore a