Aaaahhh!!!
A howl of agony rang through the suburban night sky.
Zheng Huan clutched his eye and dropped to his knees before Lu Sheng. He lowered his head, blood seeping through his fingers and dripping down, splashing against the ground and scattering fine dust.
The dirt was stained pale red, and a faint smell of rust permeated the air.
Lu Sheng no longer looked at him and turned toward Ding Ning nearby.
Mind Power Masters were nothing more than that. Once the barrier of mind power was broken through, they were weaklings not much different from ordinary people.
Weakness was sorrow.
The strong had always preyed upon the weak; it was the eternal law of heaven and earth. And now, he was the strong one.
Ding Ning's body trembled as he watched Lu Sheng approach step by step. Now he knew that Zheng Huan definitely had not held back earlier.
Having an eye dug out while still alive—just watching from the side made Ding Ning's scalp go numb from that kind of pain.
"Y-you... what do you want to do??" He unconsciously backed away.
He was indeed a Mind Power Master, but he was only a newcomer who had advanced not long ago. He had never even been to a battlefield.
It was an age of peace, the Empire was flourishing—how could people in modern society have ever witnessed such cruel methods?
"Y-you-you!!!" Ding Ning staggered and nearly tripped over a stone on the ground.
"Let me tell you: crossing the rules comes at a price."
Lu Sheng suddenly stepped forward, shooting ahead as his hand flashed toward Ding Ning's face like lightning.
Bang!!! ... Beep beep beep beep beep beep. "Hello, this is the National Mind Power Center. How may I help you?" A sweet female voice came through