This Was the Best Outcome!

"I'm dropping the ghost domain."

Yang Jian glanced at Ning Rongrong and warned her coldly.

"If there's any danger out there, you'll have to find your own way to protect yourself."

Using a ghost domain in a place like this was not only useless, but would also accelerate the Ghost Eye's revival.

Ning Rongrong nodded. The dormant Ghost Skin inside her stirred slightly, ready to withstand a fatal attack at any moment.

Rows of tightly shut wooden doors appeared on both sides of the corridor.

Rusty brass plates hung on the doors.

Number 1.

Farther in were numbers 2 and 3.

Just as they passed room 3, before they could make out what lay ahead,

a muffled crash suddenly came from the depths of the corridor.

An instant later, an incredibly violent aura swept toward them!

"Get out of the way! Don't block me!"

A roar of utter terror thundered through the corridor.

A figure was charging toward them at an unbelievable speed.

Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with fear.

He had already undergone Martial Soul Possession. Thick brown fur covered his body, and his muscles bulged, making him look like a gigantic humanoid bear.

The violent soul power of a level seventy-six Soul Saint erupted without restraint.

An attack?

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened, and he instantly went on guard.

He abruptly raised his pale hand. The Headless Paranormal Shadow's paranormal power gathered in an instant, and the Ghost Hand was just about to activate.

But the very next second,

something horrifying happened.

As Zhao Wuji sprinted, his body suddenly paused without warning.

There was no sound, no sign of what was coming.

Squelch!

Zhao Wuji's formidable body, tough enough to withstand a full-force strike from a Soul Master of his own level, was instantly severed in two!

Carried forward by momentum, his lower half ran another two steps before crashing onto the red carpet, blood gushing wildly.

His upper half, meanwhile, flew straight toward Yang Jian and Ning Rongrong under the tremendous force.

Yang Jian and Ning Rongrong reacted swiftly, stepping aside.

Zhao Wuji's severed upper body slammed down at their feet.

Warm blood sprayed like a fountain, splashing across Yang Jian's and Ning Rongrong's faces.

The heavy stench of blood instantly filled the air.

But Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint, after all, with an extraordinarily tenacious life force.

Being cut in half did not kill him immediately.

He convulsed in agony on the floor, his hands clawing desperately at the carpet and leaving two long streaks of blood.

Then Zhao Wuji laboriously raised his head. Through his blurred vision, he saw Ning Rongrong standing nearby.

"Ning Rongrong?"

As though he had found his last lifeline, Zhao Wuji's eyes flared with a fierce desire to live.

"Save... save me!" he cried pitifully, coughing up mouthful after mouthful of blood.

Yang Jian turned his gaze slightly toward Ning Rongrong. "You know him?"

Ning Rongrong looked down at Zhao Wuji's severed upper body. There was not a trace of pity in her eyes, only indifference.

She sighed softly.

Then she slowly crouched down, extended a fair hand, and gently laid it over Zhao Wuji's eyes, which were wide with terror.

"Teacher Zhao."

Ning Rongrong's voice was soft, yet carried a deathly stillness that sent chills down the spine.

"You won't survive."

"No! I don't want to die! Save-" Zhao Wuji shouted in despair.

But his voice cut off abruptly.

The hand Ning Rongrong had placed over his eyes pressed down slightly.

The dormant Ghost Skin's paranormal power activated instantly!

There was no blood, no wound.

Zhao Wuji's eyelids and the skin surrounding them eerily fused together!

Ning Rongrong lifted her hand.

Where Zhao Wuji's eyes and mouth had been, there was now nothing but wrinkled skin.

He could no longer see.

All he could do was wait for death in endless darkness and excruciating pain.

Ning Rongrong stood up and wiped the blood from her face without expression, as though she had merely done something trivial.

Yang Jian watched, his gaze flickering slightly. Without a word, he turned and continued deeper into the corridor.

Ning Rongrong stepped through the blood Zhao Wuji had spilled and followed without hesitation.

On the Douluo Continent,

the training grounds of Shrek Academy were deathly silent.

Everyone stared up at the Sky Screen suspended in midair.

In the scene, Ning Rongrong expressionlessly smoothed over Zhao Wuji's eyes with her hand.

Her practiced, indifferent movements sent a chill through everyone present.

"How did Rongrong become like this?" Ma Hongjun's mouth hung open, the fat on his body trembling involuntarily.

Xiao Wu covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhu Zhuqing's brows knitted tightly, and a complicated look flashed through her cool eyes.

She could sense that the Ning Rongrong on the Sky Screen seemed like an entirely different person.

"Don't say that about her."

Oscar clenched his fists tightly and spoke in a low, helpless voice.

"Teacher Zhao was cut in half. His organs were spilling out. In a world where even soul power is useless, he had no chance of surviving! Rongrong... Rongrong just gave him the quickest release from his suffering. This was the best outcome!"

His words echoed across the empty training grounds, yet sounded utterly unconvincing.

Tang San stood in the shadows, his expression dark and grim, without saying a word.

Flender and Liu Erlong exchanged a glance. All they could do was let out a helpless sigh.

Zhao Wuji, the mighty Immovable Wisdom King, had died such a miserable death at the hands of a supernatural entity whose name they did not even know.

In the world of Mysterious Revival, at the Caesar Hotel.

Room 13, on the Fourth Floor.

Deathly silence.

Bai Chenxiang huddled in a corner of the room, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, trembling uncontrollably.

She had already spent five full minutes here.

Normally, five minutes would pass in the blink of an eye.

But in this pitch-black room filled with the stench of corpses, they felt as long as a century.

The darkness was devouring her sanity bit by bit.

Just as she reached the brink of collapse,

"Get out of the way! Don't block me!"

An extremely violent roar suddenly rang out beyond the door.

It was Zhao Wuji's voice!

Bai Chenxiang jerked her head up, a flash of wild joy in her eyes.

She could not wait any longer.

If she stayed in this room, even if a supernatural entity did not kill her, she would eventually starve to death.

Steeling herself, Bai Chenxiang sent her soul power surging through her body.

Four Soul Rings-two yellow and two purple-appeared instantly as she underwent Sharp-Tailed Swift Martial Soul Possession!

A pair of light, graceful wings unfurled from her back.

She shoved open the half-closed door and shot outside in a blur.

The corridor was dim and oppressive. Bai Chenxiang beat her wings desperately, following the direction the voice had come from.

She had not flown far

when two figures appeared on the red carpet ahead.

A man and a woman.

They were Yang Jian and Ning Rongrong.

Bai Chenxiang was just about to call for help when her gaze suddenly swept past them and caught sight of a mangled half-body lying behind them.

Brown fur, thick muscles, and that face that had not been twisted together!

It was Zhao Wuji!