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Tang San half-knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

Cold sweat poured from Tang San's forehead in great sheets, as if it cost nothing, then dripped onto the ground.

As a Tang Sect Disciple, he could easily assess his own injuries.

After all, he had dissected quite a few bodies in his previous life and knew a little about such matters.

At least three pairs of ribs in his back had been shattered, and his shoulder blades had also suffered slight damage.

Even his spine had taken a certain degree of impact!

That was the true reason he did not dare move.

The spine was the second most important part of the human body, second only to the brain.

If brain damage meant losing one's intelligence, or even death, then spinal damage meant losing control over the lower half of one's body, or becoming completely paralyzed!

Tang San did not dare gamble.

Because Lu Yuan's attack just now had shown absolutely no mercy!

The bloodied, torn flesh across his back—injuries that could even be described as mangled—proved just how terrifyingly powerful that attack had been.

And that was with him protecting his back with Soul Power at the very first instant!

If his reaction had been even the slightest bit slower—

Tang San had no doubt that he would have been punched straight through!

"Brother!"

Seeing Tang San in such a miserable state, Xiao Wu cried out heartbreakingly. She struck the Spatial Barrier blocking her with all her strength and shouted, "Let me out!"

Lu Yuan strode out of the cloud of dust. Without even sparing the half-kneeling Tang San a glance, he walked straight to the Spatial Barrier and reached out, yanking hard.

Xiao Wu involuntarily flew toward Lu Yuan. A large hand appeared in her field of vision, and then—

It mercilessly clamped around Xiao Wu's neck!

Lu Yuan carefully examined Xiao Wu's face, then leaned close to her ear. His low voice carried a hint of hoarseness.

"I'm a very impatient person."

"And someone who desperately needs to feel respected."

"If I have to remind you again and again to recognize your own status, it makes me feel like you never took my words to heart."

"I'll be very angry."

"Because you haven't respected my words, nor have you respected me."

Ning Rongrong coldly watched Lu Yuan as he choked Xiao Wu.

In her eyes, someone like him no longer deserved to be an examiner!

Even as a candidate, he was already as vile as could be!

After all, he was choking Xiao Wu today. Tomorrow, it might be Zhuqing, and the day after that, it might be herself!

"Put her down!"

Lu Yuan glanced at the imposing Ning Rongrong and gave a soft laugh.

"I will."

"What I mean is—"

"Immediately! Right now! Put her down!"

Ning Rongrong threw down those resolute words without caring in the slightest whether they would damage Lu Yuan's pride.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong finally showed some of the bearing of a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Successor.

Her forceful attitude not only shocked Dai Mubai and the others, but even Zhu Zhuqing could not help glancing at the delicate, timid-looking girl who had been with them all this way.

"If I were who I was six years ago, I would listen to you."

After saying something completely out of context, Lu Yuan stared straight into Xiao Wu's eyes.

"I'll warn you one last time."

"Remember your own status!"

Xiao Wu struggled and nodded.

A faint bluish tint had already appeared on her soft, rosy face.

It was a symptom of oxygen deprivation.

Yet Xiao Wu did not struggle. Instead, she obediently stopped resisting, closed her eyes, and assumed a posture of complete submission.

Lu Yuan gave a soft laugh and slowly released his grip.

A purplish-blue ring of bruising had appeared around Xiao Wu's slender neck.

Leaning against the Spatial Barrier, Xiao Wu gasped desperately for air.

To be honest, Xiao Wu had never felt that being able to breathe air was such a blissful thing.

But today, she had learned that lesson the hard way.

Dragging Xiao Wu over to Tang San, the corners of Lu Yuan's lips curled up slightly as he reached out and touched the bluish-purple mark on Xiao Wu's neck.

"Tang San, does it hurt you to see this?"

Tang San struggled to raise his head, his eyelids twitching.

He could hear his bones constantly groaning.

But he still had enough strength left for one strike!

At this distance...

No!

It still wasn't close enough!

It would be best if he came a little closer!

Lu Yuan crouched down and pinched Tang San's chin, forcing him to raise his head.

The sudden, intense pain even made Tang San wonder whether his jaw had been crushed.

"Yes!"

"Just like that!"

A trace of madness mixed into Lu Yuan's smile.

"Unwillingness!"

"Anger!"

"Resentment!"

"Powerlessness!"

"And that feeling of helplessness!"

"It's so similar!"

"It's exactly like me six years ago!"

"Me, like a homeless dog!"

His crazed, hoarse laughter sent chills down everyone's spines.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

Lu Yuan raised his hand and slapped Tang San's cheek hard with the back of it.

"I really like the emotions in your eyes."

"Those very emotions were what supported me as I crawled out of hell!"

After pausing briefly, Lu Yuan reined in the slightly sickly smile on his face and tore open the clothes covering his upper body.

Dense scars and wounds appeared before Dai Mubai and the others for the first time.

Ning Rongrong covered her little mouth in shock, stopping herself from screaming.

"Do you see them?!"

"Can you see them clearly?!"

"If you can't see clearly, you can take your time looking!"

"I'm standing right here today!"

"Standing before you openly and proudly!"

"I have plenty of time, and plenty of patience!"

"For this very moment, I prepared for a full six years—more than two thousand one hundred and ninety days!"

"One thousand three hundred and seventy-eight scars."

"The serious ones once left me disemboweled. The lighter ones once had me repeatedly wavering between cutting away the rotten flesh and leaving it alone!"

"A six-year-old child survived in the Star Dou Great Forest for six years, then came out alive."

"Most novels wouldn't even dare write something like that."

"From that, it's clear that my surviving the Star Dou Great Forest and coming out alive was truly thanks to you!"

"Don't you think so, Tang San?"

Lu Yuan smiled as he forcibly pressed Tang San's head down.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bones colliding rang out, and the sickly smile on Lu Yuan's face grew even more pronounced.

"Answer me!"

"Isn't it?! Isn't it?! Isn't it?!!!"

Lu Yuan unleashed his Soul Power without holding anything back.

Forced into intimate contact with the dirt, Tang San found that under this pressure, even lifting a finger was nothing more than a fantasy.

"Look, look! You're still the same as ever, ignoring me when I talk to you."

"Why is it always so hard to teach someone to respect others?"

Under the trembling gazes of the crowd, Lu Yuan pressed Tang San's head down and spoke to himself with a smile.

"Someone once said something very famous."

"Only those prepared to be shot have the right to pull the trigger."

"You don't need to understand what a 'gun' is."

"You only need to think about one question."

"Back then, when you father and son trampled my dignity beneath your feet, did you ever consider that one day, your own dignity would be trampled too?"

With a kick, Lu Yuan sent Tang San rolling out of the dirt. The smile faded from his face as he said seriously, "Don't worry. I won't kill you."

"I'll make you watch my back, then spend the rest of your life living beneath my shadow!"

"Lastly."

"Thank you for bringing Xiao Wu to me."

Lu Yuan pinched Xiao Wu's little cheek and lowered his head again right in front of Tang San.

Tang San weakly flexed the fingers of his left hand.

Lying miserably on the ground and staring blankly at the sky above, his heart suddenly lurched. He spat out a mouthful of blood, then fainted from sheer exhaustion.

Requesting.

Forget it, I won't ask for anything today.

The plot is just too...

Uh.

Anyway, if you don't like it, just don't flame me.

PS: Careful readers should have noticed something after Tang San's pants tore at the thigh.

PS: Of course, the silver Rasengan was the same—it had spatial attributes added to it, namely the Flying Thunder God Mark.

PS: What needs to be snatched still has to be snatched, but I think there's another way to do it.

PS: If this chapter doesn't get banned, I'll count myself lucky. (A jinx, perhaps.))