And just as the two were talking, the seriously injured Mo Changkong was about to run away.

Zheng Zhi was the first to notice and joked: "Where is our Dean Mo going?"

As soon as the sound fell, several half-step pill-forming experts from Zhaixing Tower surrounded him.

Now the fight between Zhaixinglou and Mo Changkong's forces has come to an end.

Ever since Zhaixinglou joined the battlefield, Mo Changkong's troops have been retreating steadily.

Even the overwhelming Martial Arts Imperial Guards had no temper at all under the siege of the strong men from the Star Reaching Tower.

Coupled with Mo Changkong's defeat, the morale of these guys was at rock bottom.

Some experts saw that the situation was not good and even ran away.

With the joint efforts of the Star Reaching Tower heroes and royal warriors, these guys who had lost all morale were all annihilated.

"Zheng Zhi, there is a fine line in being a human being. I really want to see you in the future. Do you really want to be so awesome?"

Mo Changkong's eyes were like daggers, staring at Zheng Zhi.

“All I know is that if you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze.”

Zheng Zhi smiled slightly, his smile as cold as a ghost.

"Besides, Dean Mo, you are not so naive as to think that now that the matter is over, you still have tomorrow, right?"

"you……"

Mo Changkong's eyes were bloodshot.

He still underestimated the ruthlessness of the young man in front of him.

However, before he could say anything, the few powerful men from the Star Reaching Tower who surrounded him already understood and swarmed forward.

It is true that Mo Changkong's cultivation is strong, but he has been severely injured by Zheng Zhi, and his combat power is at a loss. He is no match for these people.

Within a few breaths, the once-famous dean of the martial arts academy lost his breath.

His body was covered in blood and flesh, and his face could no longer be seen clearly.

How sad that the dignified president of the Moguo Martial Arts Academy died under a knife.

"The power you had just now was very strong?"

Lin Yanran glanced at Zheng Zhi.

The moment the power of the prison soul appeared, even he felt stunned.

"But if you use that power, you have to pay a price..."

Zheng Zhi smiled slightly.

And this smile seems a bit far-fetched.

The next moment, his body was already shaky, his vision went dark, and he fell directly into Lin Yanran's arms...

"Hey, wake up."

Lin Yanran was caught off guard.

She shook Zheng Zhi desperately.

Suddenly, as if she had discovered something, she quickly opened Zheng Zhi's sleeves.

I saw that above the right hand was a hand covered with cracks and as black as coke...

"this……"

Lin Yanran's pupils shrank.

Without hesitation, she stretched out her jade hand to feel Zheng Zhi's pulse.

But it was discovered that Zheng Zhi's pulse was in a disordered state.

Looking inside his body, he was shocked to see that Zheng Zhi's body was riddled with wounds.

"Under such serious injuries, he still resisted Xu Fang's pressure?"

Lin Yanran was completely shocked.

How much perseverance does it take to do this?

While I was shocked, I also felt a hint of admiration.

By this time, Zheng Zhi had already fallen into a coma.

His lips moved slightly, as if he was talking in his sleep.

With a trace of curiosity, Lin Yanran leaned closer to listen, and her cheeks immediately turned red with embarrassment.
Chapter completed!