Charcoal-Grilled Rabbit Meat

"I have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

Hu Liena glared viciously at Shui Bing'er.

"So do I!"

Shui Bing'er smiled faintly, not taking Hu Liena's words to heart at all.

"My figure is better than yours!"

Hu Liena puffed out her chest, trying to gain the upper hand.

"Flat as a mirror. No difference between front and back."

Shui Bing'er glanced at her, the mockery in her tone utterly undisguised.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Hu Liena's face flushed red with fury. She instinctively lowered her head to look at her chest, only able to see part of her toes.

It was not quite to the point where she could not see her feet when looking down, but she was certainly not flat front-to-back either.

Just as the two were arguing, a violent rumble suddenly rang out.

The pile of rubble was thrown aside from within, and Chen Xin's figure slowly emerged.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale as paper. Every breath tugged at the agonizing pain in his internal organs.

Only half of the Seven Kill Sword remained in Chen Xin's hand, yet he still used it to support himself as he struggled to stand.

Behind Chen Xin lay Ning Rongrong, her chest visibly caved in and devoid of all breath.

"Rongrong... Rongrong!"

Chen Xin turned around tremblingly and reached out to gently shake Ning Rongrong's body, his voice filled with unconcealable panic.

No... Rongrong is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

She's so clever. How could she...

"That strike just now shattered your internal organs. While I was at it, I also shattered Ning Rongrong's heart meridians."

Qian Cheng's voice came from the side, as calm as if he were discussing some insignificant matter.

Chen Xin's pupils abruptly contracted.