Mask

Reflected in Yu Jing's eyes was a flawless, beautiful face. Beneath the lower edge of its left eye socket was a naturally formed tear mole, and a lock of hair hung beside the eye. If not for this person's bearing and voice, many would probably have thought the High Priest was a handsome woman. With such a striking appearance, extraordinary strength, and imposing presence, he would likely inspire the admiration of countless women.

"What a strange move."

The Chief Priest muttered softly. The fingers gripping the spearhead twitched slightly, and an unimaginable force traveled along Dragon Abyss.

"Buzz!"

Dragon Abyss trembled violently as a whole, tore free from Yu Jing's palm, and was flung into the sky.

The bones in Yu Jing's right arm, from his fingertips to his shoulder, shattered, and all his tendons and meridians snapped. Blood sprayed from the arm, which dangled in the air like soft mud.

At the same time, the force pushed Yu Jing's body rapidly toward the edge of the assessment grounds.

"Boom!" The tremendous impact drove Yu Jing deep into the wall. His spinal bones broke, and a great deal of blood burst from his mouth.

Ten seconds later, the spear that had flown into the clouds moments ago descended freely and stabbed into the opposite side of the arena.

"Ah! Ah..." A heart-rending scream tore from Yu Jing's mouth.

It was not merely his body that had been damaged. Yu Jing felt even his soul trembling faintly, as if it might collapse at any moment. The entire world spun upside down without end, a sensation impossible to put into words.

The Chief Priest stared at the gold-inlaid headpiece lying on the ground.

He had no intention of putting it back on. Instead, he stared at his fingers. Yu Jing's spear