The black cat laughed—a "meow"—her three-lobed mouth splitting open to reveal sharp teeth within.
Yu Ci had never seen her laugh like this. His mind had barely tensed when a black shadow flashed before his eyes. The black cat's long tail lashed out; though it was clearly an empty strike, it cracked through the air. Then, a sharp stabbing pain, like sparks flung from electricity, assailed his body.
This counted as Zhan Shuicheng's first attack on him...
Such a thought inexplicably flashed through Yu Ci's mind. The stabbing pain had already spread along several meridians. Perhaps provoked by the stimulus, Yu Ci's inner qi instinctively moved to encircle and intercept it, but it was always one step too late. The pain swept forward like bamboo splitting under a knife, charging straight toward his head and face.
He knew Zhan Shuicheng's purpose, but at this moment, all he had time to do was cry out inwardly:
"Sever the spiritual mechanism at Baihui..."
An infinitesimal force, using Yu Ci's brain palace as a medium, trickled downward like freshly melted snowwater. It was not fast, yet just as the stabbing pain struck above his throat, it met it head-on. The two tangled at the place known as the "Twelve Chonglou," and Yu Ci naturally began to cough.
"Ah, cough—ptooey, ptooey..." Coughing and choking, Yu Ci finally forced the ice chips from his throat.
Faced with his impolite behavior, even the fur on Zhan Shuicheng's back stood on end.
"Profound Ice Dissolution!"
Even the dullest person could sense how much incredulity was packed into Zhan Shuicheng's words. Then all those emotions burst forth...
"How in the world did you do that, lu?!"
"Hey, hey, hey..."
Yu Ci staggered as the black cat pounced onto his head and face. Unable to absorb the force of