CHAPTER 87: CHAPTER 85: THE FLYING SKULL

I am not Wen Zhixing right now; I am Ning Shan. Even if I am discovered, it doesn’t matter. I’ll go over and check out the situation first!

Once this thought surfaced, Wen Zhixing found it increasingly difficult to restrain himself.

In the distance, on the foundation of the original grand array, two more dazzling beams of light rose up. In total, six beams of light soared into the sky, piercing into the heavens.

The next moment, countless stars fell from the sky, merging into the grand array, forming an immense Hexagonal Stars grand array!

A terrifying aura of murderous intent erupted!

"I wonder if the people from the Righteous Sun Sect can withstand it."

Faced with such ferocious combat, Wen Zhixing felt his blood and qi roil within him. He was now playing it by ear. There was no need to insist on going to the Righteous Sun Sect. If the people from the Righteous Sun Sect couldn’t hold on, then he would run as far as he could. He had been trapped within the Wonderous Palace ever since his transmigration and had not yet ventured into the outside world.

Qiu Yinger, it’s time our feud was completely settled.

Wen Zhixing faded into the darkness, quickly approaching the secret chamber he had been in before.

All along the way, disciples of the Wonderous Palace were everywhere. However, everyone’s attention was on the battle above, and no one noticed a figure moving swiftly.

After a while, Wen Zhixing finally returned to the vicinity of the secret chamber. What met his eyes was a floor littered with corpses.

Hmm?

Wen Zhixing was taken aback at first, then immediately realized what had happened.

It seems the people from the Righteous Sun Sect forcefully took action.

His gaze sharpened slightly. The doors of the secret chamber were wide open, and he could indistinctly see two figures inside.

Concealing Spirit Skill. Wen Zhixing focused his mind, lowering his aura to its minimum.

A familiar voice came from inside the secret chamber.

"Yinger, take a good rest. Your arm is saved for now. Master has made a move; I will go out to check on the situation. Don’t worry. Once this matter is settled, I will definitely not let Wen Zhixing off the hook."

Yun Xinyue helped Qiu Yinger to lie down. The arm that had been severed was temporarily reattached by her. Though it still required further treatment, it was considered saved for the time being.

"Thank you, Senior Sister..." Qiu Yinger spoke weakly, her heart filled with a hate she could not vent.

"Rest well, it will be okay," Yun Xinyue comforted her once more.

Under normal circumstances, she certainly would not leave, or if she did, she would leave some guards behind. Unfortunately, the current situation was special, and the previous guards had already been killed.

A few moments later, Yun Xinyue left, leaving only Qiu Yinger alone in that place.

But even faced with such an opportunity, Wen Zhixing still did not strike immediately.

"Unfounded Curse!"

He remained hidden and once again began to cast the curse.

Revenge is not to be rushed; it needs to be steady.

Soon, blood spilled from Wen Zhixing’s mouth. His blood and qi began to surge within him, and his face turned deathly pale. Then, fresh blood oozed from all seven of his orifices. His aura quickly weakened.

Facing the backlash of the curse, Wen Zhixing showed no reaction. He had long since grown accustomed to it.

After a short while, Wen Zhixing’s eyes suddenly opened, and the curse ceased.

"That should be enough. Your last curse. I hope you enjoy it." He laughed while coughing up blood, his energy weakened to an extreme. Even a faint aura of lifelessness started to emerge...

But his body quickly began to recover as the curse came to an end.

[You used the Unfounded Curse on Qiu Yinger, inflicting her with serious injury and yourself with a mortal wound...]

[Your physical body is quickly recovering...]

[Five... Four... Three... Two... One]

[Your injuries have healed!]

"As long as the injury doesn’t affect my divine soul, I am essentially unharmed." Wen Zhixing stood up, wiping away the lingering blood from his mouth.

「In the secret chamber.」

Qiu Yinger lay in a pool of blood like a dead dog, her body occasionally twitching. Her face was ashen, her eyes hollow and vacant.

She wasn’t dead. Even after suffering the curse so many times, she still wasn’t dead. But she could bear no more. If her soul platform were bright and clear, then perhaps she might have found some hope of resistance.

But now, she wanted to die. She felt that living was just endless torment; it would be better to be dead.

"Kill me..." Qiu Yinger’s body slowly curled up, her mouth letting out a painful wail.

RUMBLE!

The secret chamber door opened.

Qiu Yinger barely lifted her head. Her eyes were filled with mists of blood, but she seemed to see the brightest light of her life, a glimmer of hope flickering in her gaze. "Senior... Sister?"

"Senior Sister, it’s me." A hearty laugh rang out.

Wen Zhixing cracked a smile and dispelled his Thousand-Faced Illusion Body, revealing his true form.

"Wen... Zhi... xing..."

As the figure before her came into sharper focus, the initial hope in Qiu Yinger’s eyes vanished, replaced by stark realization. Her body stiffened.

She was afraid.

Wen Zhixing, how did he come again...

"Senior Sister, I just heard... you seemed to want to die..." Wen Zhixing stepped forward slowly, deliberately. Each step sounded heavy, as though stamping on Qiu Yinger’s heart.

COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!

Instantly, fresh blood spilled from Qiu Yinger’s mouth again.

"Senior Sister, what happened to your arm?" Wen Zhixing looked at the bandaged arm with concern.

"Wen Zhixing... you... insolence..."

In that moment, for some reason, Qiu Yinger, who had already lost the will to live, suddenly found her will to survive reignited. She didn’t want to die anymore. She wanted to rip apart Wen Zhixing’s disgusting face.

"Senior Sister, this isn’t the first time I’ve been insolent." Wen Zhixing cradled Qiu Yinger’s bloodless face with feigned pity, his eyes brimming with mock sorrow. "Are you okay? Let me take a look. Just bear with it."

"Get lost!" Qiu Yinger’s gaze suddenly darkened. She remembered the days Wen Zhixing had tormented her.

But the next moment, her arm ached.

RIP!

The arm that had barely healed was torn off by Wen Zhixing in one pull.

"AH!" Qiu Yinger’s eyes shot wide, and a painful moan escaped her lips.

"Senior Sister, don’t be alarmed. Let me check it for you." Wen Zhixing held the severed arm before his eyes, examining it closely, then he praised, "Worthy of Senior Sister’s hand, truly beautiful."

"You... are crazy..." Qiu Yinger kept taking sharp breaths.

Crazy, truly crazy.

"Senior Sister, I’m not crazy." Wen Zhixing shook his head. A spiritual light bloomed, and the smooth, jade-like arm in his hand began to dissolve.

"You..." Qiu Yinger’s pupils shrank, her eyes filled with disbelief. What Wen Zhixing had done before was already crazy enough, but now it was beyond any description of madness.

To do such things to himself... was he truly not afraid of death?

"Just kill me." Qiu Yinger slowly closed her eyes. She understood now.Wen Zhixing was set on killing her.

"Senior Sister, don’t be hasty. I have a secret to tell you." But Wen Zhixing was in no hurry.

Qiu Yinger closed her eyes, ignoring him. She was now like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

"Senior Sister, actually... the curse was cast by me." Wen Zhixing scratched his head, seeming somewhat embarrassed.

"What!" Qiu Yinger’s eyes snapped open, revealing her utter shock.

SPLASH!

However, just as she opened her eyes, a flash of blood shone before her. Following that, a sharp pain shot through her neck.

Her head flew high into the air!