Chapter 133: Tang Clan’s Paper Flower (12)
The brightness returned to Qing’s eyes.
As the Great Meditation Qi and Cleansing Qi chanted Buddhist texts together harmoniously along the Governing Vessel1 behind the spine, the malevolent star that had inserted a straw into the half-open Upper Dantian quietly slipped out and pretended it was never there.
The reason for its docile retreat was unknown.
After all, how could humans understand the intentions of stars?
Qing, now back to normal - or more precisely, returned to her emotional, stupid state full of random thoughts that were not particularly kind even after the Heavenly Slaughtering Star’s killing intent had left her - looked down at the fallen Cho Gwak.
He was rolling his eyes, convulsing, and continuously foaming at the mouth with fine bubbles.
Wow. He’s still not dead.
No, wait. Maybe it wasn’t enough to kill him?
He just had his dantian pierced and the lower part of his pelvis shattered into thousands of small pieces.
It wasn’t an immediately fatal wound that would take his breath away.
Qing squatted down, firmly grasped Cho Gwak’s right wrist and elbow, and bent the joint in the opposite direction.
It was Qing’s monstrous strength that could easily bend even steel.