Not a Single Hair Left

Xue Baochai had just broken through and was stabilizing her realm when she inexplicably fell from the Grandmaster Realm. Then Zhuge Liang began coughing loudly and even started losing hair on the spot.

Putting the two together, it was hard not to wonder whether Zhuge Liang had secretly done something.

Something like a curse?

As a man whose wisdom was practically demonic, he surely knew a little of everything, just like Doraemon.

Guan Yu and the others gathered around Zhuge Liang, unable to stop themselves from looking toward the man on the high platform.

He wouldn't misunderstand, would he?

What if he did?

Ever since Jia Rong had burst onto the scene, he had always been fairly tolerant, even when Liangshan's remnants had come today to "fight to the death."

Jia Rong had magnanimously spared them.

That magnanimity was built upon overwhelming strength, the tolerance and pity of one above others. But that did not mean the Jia Clan could be bullied.

Once Jia Rong truly "turned cold," it would mean utter destruction.

Jia Rong on the high platform had not shown any reaction yet, but everyone already felt a heavy pressure welling up from the depths of their hearts.

The atmosphere immediately grew solemn.

"What happened?" Fortunately, Tang Luo did not suddenly fly into a rage as everyone had feared.

He looked toward the furnace and asked.

"Fortune," Yang Jian said from inside the furnace.

Everyone was startled. There really was someone inside that furnace?

"Fortune, huh..." Tang Luo descended from the platform and casually waved a hand. The injuries of every Jia Clan member on the field instantly healed.

"What is this? Healing from a distance?" everyone wondered.

Tang Luo walked over to Xue Baochai. Her injuries from her fallen realm had already recovered.

Yet she still seemed