I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 1493: Pain

"Qingyu..." Jiang Er looked at him with worry, seemingly wanting to persuade him further. An Qingyu shook his head and smiled slightly at her, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." He returned to that tabletop, his gaze fixed on the arm floating in the dark yellow liquid. Taking a deep breath, his left hand clutched into the void, condensing a sharp frost sword in his palm. With the speed of lightning…