Giving pointers to a junior?
Sure.
And while giving those pointers, you accidentally coughed up three mouthfuls of blood.
Naturally.
Perfectly reasonable.
Absolutely convincing.
...
Ten Thousand Moons lowered her head.
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
She was holding it in.
Holding it in with all her strength.
As a God King.
As a senior.
As a respected Human Race powerhouse.
She absolutely could not laugh at another God King in public.
Especially not now.
Especially not in front of several Divine Venerables.
Unfortunately—
The more she thought about it, the harder it became to endure.
Giving pointers.
Spitting blood.
Being pierced through the chest by a Galaxy Realm junior.
The sequence was simply too devastating.
If her cultivation had been even slightly weaker—
She might genuinely have died from laughter on the spot.
...
Meanwhile.
Wing Star's golden pupils had already darkened.
Grey.
Gloomy.
Filled with murderous intent.
His gaze locked onto Qin Mu.
