Seven Killings' Killing Intent

On the martial stage, the swirling wood splinters slowly dissipated.

Chu Bai sat slumped on the ground, gasping for breath. Cold sweat rained down his forehead, soaking the hair at his temples and plastering several black strands against his pale cheeks.

Although this had not been a true fight to the death, maintaining such intense concentration had taken a considerable toll on him.

That last strike really had made him sense danger.

"You actually used a killing move while giving a junior pointers? You brat, you clearly came here today to make trouble for me!"

Lei Lie flashed onto the stage and hauled Zhang Shan up with one hand. Zhang Shan was just as pale, his eyes filled with terror and remorse.

"In... Instructor, I... I didn't mean to... I couldn't stop myself in time..." Zhang Shan's voice trembled.

He had never expected a move unleashed in desperation to spiral so far out of his control.

Lei Lie tossed him aside, then strode over to Chu Bai and crouched down. Resting a broad hand on his shoulder, he asked gravely, "You all right, boy?"

"Thank you, Instructor. I'm not seriously hurt."

Chu Bai shook his head, his heart still pounding wildly in his chest like a drum.

Yet amid those violent heartbeats and the daze of having narrowly escaped death, the consciousness deep within his sea of consciousness suddenly began to shake violently, without warning!

Hum—

An icy, razor-sharp aura stirred, like a ferocious beast awakening.

That aura carried a pure, utterly emotionless will to kill. Wherever it swept, the terror of imminent death was washed away completely.

In its place came an unprecedented, absolute calm, along with a... primal thirst for battle and slaughter!

With a thought, Chu Bai fought through his exhaustion and summoned the panel.

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