Tianming released his pent-up breath. The battle he had just fought was nothing; the purpose of killing Yuwen Zhenxing was to provoke a violent storm. 

"Hey, how long has it been since I entered the third floor?" asked Tianming.

"An hour and a half. So you have that much time left," replied Feiling.

That was to say, the actual time it took to deal with black-haired Tianming was about half an hour.

"There’s still an hour and a half before the test on the third floor will end, and outsiders will realize that Yuwen Zhenxing and Gongsun Chi are dead," said Tianming.

"Big Brother, what’ll you do when you leave the tower?" asked the worried Feiling.

"It’s not like the word ‘murderer’ is written on my face," Tianming re...