Zhou Qing lowered his head, only to see a pair of eagle claw-like hands pierced through his Dantian, and in those blood-soaked hands, he clenched a still-warm Golden Core.
From the shoulder, a hideous head slowly emerged.
"Qian Dafu!" Zhou Qing gritted his teeth as he looked at him.
Qian Dafu's eyes were full of jealousy and hatred, and he sneered, "We're all here to make a round in this world, so why can you become Core Disciples, enjoying all resources while I work hard outside serving you like a horse?"
Before he finished speaking, his five fingers suddenly clenched—
"Crack!"
The severe pain of the Golden Core shattering instantly swept through his body, spiritual power scattered, cultivation collapsed, and Zhou Qing felt as though he had fallen into an abyss, utterly desolate.
"No..." His soul trembled violently, almost consumed by this obsession.
But the next moment, a strong heartbeat sound came from his heart!
"Thump! Thump!"
