"Long Zheng! My good disciple!"
Watching the youth's skin crack apart, piece by piece, and shoot out strange rays of three different colors, the old dean knew the boy was doomed. Tears streamed down his aged face, his expression filled with sorrow.
Qin Yun did not want to lose, much less let the youth before her fall into a fatal predicament because of her competitiveness.
But she was far too weak now. She could not resolve the situation before her!
Qin Yun hesitated. Even if she might be the one to die in the next moment, if she won, the other sect's entire school would die!
Deep down, she had always been plotting to win and then beg me to spare the entire Huaying Academy.
After all, if I was in a good mood, perhaps I would not make things difficult for them.
But now she knew that even if she gave it her all, she might not be able to win. The struggle in her heart reached its limit, like a tightly drawn string suddenly pulled taut.
Bang.
Qin Yun's Dao heart collapsed at that very moment.
She slowly closed her eyes and resigned herself to the outcome.
"Enough. You've won."
In an instant, I stood before the youth and pressed two fingers in a sword gesture against his forehead. In the next moment, all the power spilling outward surged back like a tide.
The sight left everyone shaken to their core. The manifestation of the Time Law was a rarity in any plane, after all—it was one of the links in the Heavenly Dao's spacetime.
Otherwise, there would not be a saying that even Heaven itself could not turn back what was lost.
To use and manipulate it as freely as I did was practically equivalent to the