The True Divine Authority

As long as he wanted to, he could kill the Calamity of Sickness, who had already been beaten half to death by Jialan, at any time.

But he could not do that.

He had to make the Calamity of Sickness produce the serum that could save his son before killing him... Reason had to overcome anger.

Although Jialan could not understand what the two men were saying, that did not stop her from continuing the fight. She grabbed the Calamity of Sickness by the throat with one hand and pinned him to the ground, then clenched her fair right hand into a fist and rained blow after blow upon him!

Thud thud thud thud!!!

With every punch Jialan threw, vicious spiderweb cracks spread across the ground beneath the Calamity of Sickness's feet. The metal skeleton inside his body was gradually hammered out of shape. In the end, like a broken toy, he was driven deep into the earth and nearly lost all ability to move.

Boom!!

As Jialan's final punch landed, the Calamity of Sickness's head buzzed violently. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out on the spot.

Seeing this, Jialan slowly withdrew her fists, rose from the dust-filled crater, and dusted off her palms with an expression of a job well done.

"You've worked hard." Uncle Kyosuke's face was pale as he forced a smile at Jialan.

Jialan understood those words. Back in Mist Japan, Wu Xiangnan had crammed some basic Japanese into her. She immediately answered with a smile:

"You're welcome."

Uncle Kyosuke turned his gaze toward the unconscious Calamity of Sickness buried in the ground. Gripping his bloodstained golden longsword, he walked slowly yet resolutely toward him.

"Can you do it?" An Qingyu's voice came from behind him.

"Perhaps." Uncle Kyosuke nodded slightly. "When he's awake,