"However..."
Zhou Zhi changed the subject. "Kindly Father is no good thing either. It bears an inescapable share of the blame for this world becoming what it is today."
As he spoke, he gathered the ball of flesh in his hands.
Then he began compressing it again and again.
Terrifyingly, even in this state, Chi Xing was still alive.
His vitality, far beyond that of an ordinary human, allowed him to continue roaring through what remained of his vocal organs.
But all resistance was useless.
All that awaited him was the crushing pressure of those hands.
"Damn it... damn it..."
"I don't want to die... I don't want to die!"
"Holy Lord, where is the Holy Lord!?"
"Save me, save..."
Zhou Zhi coldly watched Chi Xing, who now had only a mouth stuck to the ball of flesh, marveling at that formidable vitality.
He thought back to the past.
He remembered Chi Xing's arrogant, untouchable bearing during the Selection Tournament.
And that final blow against Twenty-Three.
"Miss Twenty-Three."
"You deliver the final blow."
Zhou Zhi spoke softly. "You control my [Nerves]."
Twenty-Three accepted control without any hesitation.
[Cell Necrosis] [Cell Apoptosis].
Countless cells cycled through life and death.
Accompanied by Chi Xing's screams.
Like during the battle before, his screams shook heaven and split earth.
They echoed through the skies above all of Silla.
"Chi Xing... Lord Chi Xing..."
Before Black Prison.
Xiao Wanzhou's face was deathly pale.
He had never felt such despair before.
Since making his name, Xiao Wanzhou had never heard screams so desperate and piercing.
And they belonged to Lord Chi Xing, the Grand Governor of Silla.
Without that [Lord], someone with talent like his would never have had any chance of entering the Medical Dragon rank.
"What do we do next?"
Zhai Ning asked uneasily.