Going to Class

The moment his head was severed by the sword light, azure lightning, like ribbons, leaped from Zheng Zetian's hands, feet, and acupoints, wrapping around the young man's tendons, sheaths, and meridians. It pulled his entire skeletal structure, as if he were a puppet, to leap.

With his full strength erupting simultaneously, Dao Son, who had been crouching before the tea table, drew the blood-red Heavenly Book and leaped out of the tea room with a push of his toes. He dodged a sword strike that severed the cushion beneath him and, without looking back, charged towards the outside of the courtyard, weaving and dodging through the static crowd like a dense forest.

The white light instantly doubled back, following closely behind. It sliced through stone and shattered jade, cutting down everyone in its path, shredding them into pieces without a drop of blood, and then circled Zheng Zetian's neck!

On the brink of death, Zheng Zetian bit his tongue! His eyes turned blood red! Veins bulged like earthworms on his face, and the air felt like concrete as he forcefully pushed back the white silk pulling towards his neck!

At the same time, the blue light around him surged like an electric snake. The lightning net, like a ghostly hand, yanked the young man's body, pulling him to lunge and flash past the white light. A chunk of his scalp was shaved off, and his ankle was bent almost at a right angle on the ground. He flew sideways, smashing through the ship's railing and plunging into the water!

The next instant, The air and time resumed their flow. The white light vanished into Cloud Sky, and the crowd at the auction house entrance fell silent for a moment before blood gushed out like a flood. Amidst the rising screams,