When I Get Angry, I'll Even Cut Myself!

Song Shuhang felt that his ability to remain composed was wearing thin. Due to an awkward situation, his Half Body No. 2 was practically racing back to the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

"My physical composure may be sufficient, but my mental resilience still needs some cultivation," he thought to himself.

Senior White's Disposable Flying Sword: Small Black Room-Breaking Edition emitted a dazzling rainbow-colored light.

Song Shuhang's Half Body No. 2 had successfully returned.

Upon seeing the seamless return of his half, Song Shuhang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The virtuous lamia temporarily halted her efforts to slice through the tribulation clouds. The clouds had already been riddled with holes, and it would take some time for them to reassemble before she could continue sculpting the desired shapes from them.