The gaudily painted theater mask stared at Pei Ye. Qu Zhu groped the ground twice with his other hand before re-gripping the slippery, blood-stained handle of the knife at his side and hoarsely said, "I think he hasn't told you anything—"
Suddenly, he coughed up some blood from his throat.
The young man at the door wasn't listening to any of his words; with a fierce point of his finger, it was as if a massive cloud had explosively dispersed, the screaming that filled the stone chamber slammed into everyone's eardrums!
An extremely bright white engulfed the entire space; Qu Zhu's cough was instantly cut off, he barely raised his knife to block, his Mysterious Qi shattered upon contact, and his black robe was blasted away like a piece of paper, hurtling from the edge of the white aura.
Before hitting the stone wall, he managed to press his hand against it, halting his body amidst the finely cracked spider-web-like patterns.
