Chapter Thirty-Five: The Buddha Son Preaches

Only then did Tang Xing recall that, just before he blacked out, he had suffered a heavy blow which seemed to have landed on his lower back.

In a panic, he quickly turned his inward sight toward his own spinal marrow and wailed, "It's over...this time, I'm really done for…"

"Bro…"

Tang Xing looked teary-eyed at Tang Luo, twist his head towards him, and pointed at the spot between his legs and plaintively said, "It... can't respond anymore!"

His lips were pale, devoid of any color. His pupils dilated and contracted in alternation, manifesting the fear that was currently ruling the boy's soul. It was a truly pitiable sight.

"Not only that, but your whole lower body is unresponsive,"