Upon hearing this, Jun Feijue looked up at Di Moyu, his cold eyes filled with confusion. Suddenly, tears welled up in his eyes and then slowly flowed down.
“Ah Jue…”
Jun Feijue's eyes held a broken light, and Di Moyu felt a sharp pain in his heart, pulling her tightly into his arms.
He himself was already ice-cold, and felt that his entire mind was frozen.
Beside him, Long Bujie gently placed his hand on Fan Qiyue's shoulder, who was leaning her head against his chest and sobbing softly. His eyes were red as he silently offered her comfort.
"No, I don't believe it! Xiaoya can't be dead! Ji Fanya, wake up, you bastard!"
At this moment, Zhan Wushuang shouted and rushed forward, kneeling directly next to the corpse. After lifting the white sheet, he punched the corpse in the face.
"Click..."
With a sharp crack, the head was severed and sent flying out of the body.
Everyone: "..."
This scene left not only Zhan Wushuang speechless, but everyone present was also stunned.
"Ouch..."
The head flew high into the air and landed squarely on Old Mu's forehead as he emerged from the tower, before falling to his feet.
"What...what is this thing?!"
Old Mu was also startled by the sudden attack, and his face turned ashen when he saw what was at his feet.
He, a master, was actually hit by a dead man's head!
This is simply an utter disgrace.
"Pot...Pot Master!"
However, before Elder Mu could react, Shi Keliang, who was standing next to him, suddenly pointed at him and shouted.
"Xiaoya!"
At the same time, Jun Feijue and the others widened their eyes and exclaimed in surprise.
However, they weren't looking at the human head on the ground, but rather at the little boy that Old Mu was holding in his arms!
Although the boy was covered in blood, his clothes were made by Fan Qiyue and were somewhat different from ordinary academy uniforms, so everyone recognized them at a glance.
"Master Pot...this..."
After looking at Ji Fanya in Mu Lao's arms for a while, everyone turned to look at the severed head on the ground, and were all dumbfounded.
Even the core disciples were dumbfounded. They had watched Xiao Bo's mukbang videos and knew Ji Fanya. The situation before them was too bizarre.
"No, this isn't Xiaoya!"
At this moment, Zhan Wushuang, after carefully examining the corpse under the white sheet, laughed through his tears, "Although this corpse has shrunk due to drying, it is still clearly in the proportions of an adult. The clothes are wrong too. This is not Xiaoya!"
"Elder Mu, what's going on?" Dean Xia had already walked over to Elder Mu's side first.
"This child has cleared the level, but he was also seriously injured. I gave him healing pills in time, so his life is not in danger, but his physical functions are severely depleted. I'm afraid he will need to rest for several days to recover."
Looking at Ji Fanya in his arms, Elder Mu couldn't help but show his admiration and said, "With the cultivation of the first level of the Sovereign Profound Realm, he actually cleared all twenty-eight levels. I really don't know how he did it. It's truly remarkable."
"Wow, I actually beat the game!"
Upon hearing this, Dean Xia and Liang Shucheng and the others stared in shock. They wouldn't have been so surprised if it were just one or two levels higher.
But that's a full five levels!
Even the Junxuan Realm only has nine ranks, and he jumped five ranks in one go!
If I remember correctly, he's only eight years old now!
This...this talent must be incredibly monstrous!
"Xiaoya, I knew you wouldn't die!"
At this moment, Zhan Wushuang rushed forward and snatched Ji Fanya into his arms.
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