Three Major Matters

"Ptooey!"

Mu Shaoan spat out the two teeth in his mouth, clutching his stomach as he sat up with a groan. That damn fatso Zhang Yang had really gone all out—he had kicked four of his ribs cleanly apart.

Of course, Zhang Yang was hardly unscathed. His nose had been smashed flat, and his entire head had swollen to three times its original size.

Neither of them had held back in the slightest, nor had there been any need to. They had directly clashed with Ancient Laws: one using Chaos—Ancient Law of Black and White, the other using Ring—Ancient Law of Destiny. As a result, even their injuries could not heal immediately.

"So this is what you were relying on! You actually mastered Ring—Destiny."

Zhang Yang spoke in a muffled voice, but all the fury from earlier had vanished from his words.

"It doesn't really count. I forcibly refined it with the Destiny Chessboard. Speaking of which, I have you to thank for your Sword Immortal World—but I used it all against you just now." Mu Shaoan waved a hand, and the teeth he had spat out flew back into place. Even so, the pain made him bare his teeth in a grimace. The destructive power of an Ancient Law was beyond question. If it had been anyone else—even a Law Heavenly God—the result would have been far worse than a swollen face and a battered nose.

"Who'd believe that?"

Zhang Yang muttered as he struggled to his feet. The power of Ring—Ancient Law of Destiny was extremely strange. It lay dormant within his body, impossible to accurately locate or expel, yet it continually caused all sorts of bizarre trouble. It was basically certain that if Mu Shaoan did not withdraw the power, this body of his would need to