Chapter 90

The Wind Blade, coated in red ink, sliced through the Hair Net. The red ink seeped through the cut, leaving a startling red streak across the blue strands of hair.

But this was only the beginning.

Xue Lingyun slipped through a gap in the Hair Net, moving so fast he was like a gray shadow. Before Lan Susu could react, she felt a chill at the side of her neck—the tip of the Writing Brush was already pressed against it.

"You're dead," Xue Lingyun's voice came from beside her ear.

Lan Susu's entire body stiffened, and the hair in her hands drooped limply.

She lowered her head to glance at the red dot on her neck. Her face went pale as she slowly retreated to the edge of the field.

Lan Luoluo bit her lip. Her long hair surged outward again as she tried to bind Xue Lingyun with a Hair Net.

But Xue Lingyun was already standing before her. The Writing Brush tapped lightly against the side of her neck, gentle but precise as though measured with a ruler.

"You're dead too."

Lan Luoluo froze for a moment. She touched the red dot on her neck, then looked down at her hair end stained with red ink. Retracting her Martial Soul, she retreated to her sister's side and lowered her head to straighten each stained hair end one by one.

Lan Susu stood beside her without saying anything, merely reaching out to gently pat her back.

The other students on the field had not given up yet.

Long-range attacks flew in from every direction—Wind Blades, fireballs, ice spikes, Soul Power blasts—dense as raindrops.

Xue Lingyun weaved through the gaps between the attacks. His steps were neither hurried nor slow, yet every step avoided an incoming strike perfectly.

The Writing