A dull thud rang out. Long Yuan felt a strange ripple travel up his arm, and then his head swam as if he'd been struck by a hammer. The wok dropped, revealing the Coiled Dragon Wooden Blade behind it, its edge flashing as it thrust straight toward his brow.
The pain in his soul jolted Long Yuan awake. A World Projection appeared before him, trying to block the fatal strike. But the sturdy projection that had always protected him from danger was now utterly helpless.
Long Yuan's eyes bulged in despair as he resigned himself to his fate. The Coiled Dragon Wooden Blade pierced his brow without resistance, then stopped an inch from his Origin Core. Its sharp edge made every hair on his body stand on end, and his heart pounded heavily.
Xue Xi glanced at him indifferently. "We don't have any life-or-death grudge. Hand over your medals, and I'll spare your life."
Feeling the fatal sting, Long Yuan swallowed with difficulty and carefully kept his head still. He tossed Xue Xi the Tianyuan Medal he'd just taken and his own as well. Better to live a miserable life than die. It was just one Tianyuan Assembly; there was no need to fight to the death. At worst, his teacher would give him a thorough scolding. Though Long Yuan was muscular, he wasn't so thickheaded that his brain was all muscle.
Xue Xi naturally kept her word. The person she'd truly wanted to kill this time had already gone to meet the King of Hell. The Tianyuan Assembly rankings were based on the number of medals, so there was no need to cause more bloodshed and make enemies of a bunch of people. On this journey, she'd killed only two or three people who'd run their mouths; everyone else