The Thunder Beads and fire beads in midair completely spun out of control, exploding in a crackling barrage.
The gale mixed within them let out a whimpering howl, as though someone were crying.
Zheng Qing guiltily shuffled two steps forward, craning his neck to look at the owner of the tail. Tu Shan Chu Jiu lay sprawled solidly on the ground without moving. The sturdy bluestone slabs of the Performance Stage had been smashed into a crisscrossing web of cracks, and she lay at the center of them.
Miraculously, there was no blood on the ground. Not a single drop.
Nor had Tu Shan Chu Jiu's brains burst out— that tremendous crash had truly given Zheng Qing a fright. He had thought he had accidentally committed a grave mistake, but now that he had recovered his senses, he felt immensely relieved.
Zheng Qing guessed that perhaps a protective talisman she wore had taken effect, or perhaps the referees and the elders from the various families atop Lishan Mountain had secretly intervened to protect her.
Either possibility made him let out a heavy sigh of relief.
A low groan came from the ground.
In contrast to the relieved young wizard, Tu Shan Chu Jiu's heart was utterly blank.
Watching helplessly as her face drew closer and closer to the ground, until it finally slammed into it—such an intense visual and psychological impact was difficult to describe in words.
As a witch, especially a beautiful, high-status, noble-blooded witch, she had never been treated like this. Let alone being swung around by her tail and smashed into a stone floor, she had never even taken a fist that was slightly too heavy.
She was a wizard!
A wizard who used spells!
A wizard whose manners, everyday smile, and bearing had always been beyond