Chen Yanxun jolted awake from his fainting spell. His injuries were temporarily under control, and none of his vital organs were missing.
He had let himself pass out once, gambling on withdrawing safely after success. Who would have thought he would be woken up immediately—and then have to keep passing out...
But he absolutely could not show distrust at a time like this. He could only brace himself and endure it. However Xie Rong tormented him, he bore it—
The only thing he did was force his eyes wide open, not daring to miss the slightest change in the arena.
He knew the opportunity might lie within it.
"The temper of a Legalist School grandmaster really is iron-hard..."
He heard that quiet remark by his ear.
He instinctively echoed, "Yeah!"
Then he turned to look over in terror.
Xie Rong was still sticking needles into his chest! Yet his eyes were also fixed straight on the center of the Martial Practice Platform, where Wu Yu's corpse lay.
His body was crouched, his calves taut, ready to bolt at any moment, but his hands never stopped. Before long, the silver needles in Chen Yanxun's chest had bloomed like clustered flowers.
"Did Doctor Xie used to serve on a battlefield?" Chen Yanxun asked softly.
"Yeah!" Xie Rong stared vigilantly ahead without blinking. "After Ming State was swept away by Qi State, I returned to East King Valley."
After thinking it over, Chen Yanxun still offered a reminder. "I'm from Song Kingdom..."
Xie Rong drove in another needle. "It's fine. They're all the same."
Gongsun Buhai had not yielded to the Sinless Celestial Being's threat, leaving no room for reconciliation. He had directly beaten his own personal disciple to death.
There was absolutely no one in the current Punish People Palace who