A Joyous Feast!

An Ying stared, completely stunned, at the black blade piercing his chest...

Even though this is a dream... it's the soul that's being pulled into the Nightmare Realm...

After your soul is killed, your body may not die for a short time, but you will be a living dead!

So An Ying's first thought at that moment was... had he been exposed?

But before An Ying could figure it out...

An Lan appeared with a group of the Dark Moon Clan. An Lan watched with excitement as the shadow's soul gradually An Ying, while An Lan and the many Dark Moon Clan roared with excitement!

"Junior Brother Buhui it! This is just the beginning... Before, you were always the one leading the senior brothers... This time, the senior brothers will also satisfy you and make sure you integrate into our Dark Moon Clan. Today, the senior brothers will take you flying... Wuhu~"

As soon as An Lan finished speaking, a group of the Dark Moon Clan drew their blades and charged forward, hacking at the weakened An Ying with a flurry of blows...

Each strike landed on the An Ying's soul, and the pain emanating from that very soul caused the An Ying to scream in agony.

But hearing An Ying's screams, An Lan and the others were so excited they almost jumped for joy!

"Junior brother... is it exciting... junior brother... are you having fun!"

In the end, An Ying was stabbed to death by An Lan... But just as An Ying's soul was about to perish, An Lan made his move.

Then, An Lan used the Evil God's Bone Flute to unleash a mental combat technique. With An Lan's terrifying mental power, the surrounding space and time seemed to be frozen by him.

The soul of An Ying, which was about to dissipate, was instantly pieced back together by An Lan, and then, amidst the excited howls of a pack of the Dark Moon Clan wolves... An Ying... was resurrected!

"Junior brother... isn't it exciting... Junior brother... this is what it feels like to be a member of the Dark Moon Clan... Now you can finally experience what it feels like to be a member of the Dark Moon Clan, isn't it awesome! Junior brother, don't worry, you've killed your senior brothers so many times, but your senior brothers aren't the kind of people who don't pay their debts... This time, your senior brothers will repay you for all the times you killed us before!"

An Ying:"???"

The An Ying are already offline...

He can understand every single word An Lan is saying, but why can't he understand them when they're put together?

Isn't that how you explain being in debt?

What do you mean you've killed your senior brother so many times? Is the Dark Moon Palace all about this kind of thrill? Killing your senior brother for fun all the time?

But before An Ying could react, An Lan severed An Ying's head from his neck with a single strike.

An Ying's head rolled a considerable distance on the ground, and a group of the Dark Moon Clan erupted in cheers upon seeing An Ying head fall to the ground...

"Wuhu... Buhui, blink... blink quickly... Our record is held by An Lan, who can blink 35 times after his head has been cut off... Junior Brother, try and see if you can break An Lan's record!"

"Oh dear... Junior Brother Bu Buhui, don't be so shy! Don't stare so wide-eyed, blink! Oh no, I'm dead... Let's try again..."

An Ying's head was back on his neck, but before An Ying could react, the Dark Moon Clan's senior brother struck him with a knife, and An Ying's head fell to the ground once again!

"Blink... blink now... junior brother, don't be so shy... you have to let loose when playing games... come on, let me cut this time..."

Then An Ying came back to life... and then his head was chopped off again... But this time, An Ying didn't even blink; An Ying eyes were wide open, bigger than a bull's eyes...

Even now, An Ying still doesn't understand what happened...

Is there even a single normal person in the Vast Heaven Holy Land?

So much for the saying that our Evil Spirit Clan isn't united... Compared to your Dark Moon Palace, our Evil Spirit Clan is practically united to the extreme...

This is some kind of game where a bunch of senior brothers start killing junior brothers without warning! What kind of game is this?

After being killed countless times, An Ying realized that if he didn't play the winking game with his fellow Dark Moon Clan members today, they could keep hacking him down indefinitely...

So, after being killed for who knows how many times, An Ying started blinking frantically the instant his head was severed...

Good heavens! As the An Ying began to blink, a group of the Dark Moon Clan cheered excitedly on the spot!

"Wow... Buhui Brother Bu Hui is incredibly talented at blinking... Once, twice, three times, four times... fifteen, sixteen, seventeen... eighteen... twenty-two... twenty-three... It's so fast... Buhui Brother Bu Hui, you're so talented! You managed to blink twenty-three times before you died on your first blink... You'll definitely break the An Lan record today!"

"Yes, yes, we must break An Lan's record today and make him brag!"

"Record broken! Record broken!"

"Record broken... record broken..."

All the Dark Moon Clan began to shout...

An Ying's soul was about to explode... What the hell is this place...? What the hell is there to break this record...?

The problem is that An Ying wasn't given any chance to speak at all...

An Lan personally stepped forward and said, "Junior Brother Buhui... I'm putting my words here today... You definitely can't break my record of thirty-five An Lan... Come on, let me personally chop you down... If you can break the record today, I'll admit defeat!"

An Ying was given no chance to react before An Ying head was severed again...

This time, An Ying blinked frantically...

"Twenty-three... twenty-four... twenty-five... twenty-six... twenty-six times before dying... Wu Hu... Junior Brother Buhui is too strong!"

"Record broken! Record broken..."

Amidst the cries of breaking records, An Ying's head was chopped off, chopped off, and reappeared... By this time, An Ying had lost count of how many times he had died... Finally, after yet another head was chopped off, An Ying blinked frantically...

"Thirty-three... thirty-four... thirty-five... Wow... Buhui 've caught up... Junior Brother Bu Hui truly has a unique talent on the path of death... You died so well! I could die a lifetime and still not have died as well as you. You've successfully caught up with An Lan's record of thirty-five blinks!"

This is the most An Ying way to compliment someone I've ever heard of... Good riddance... Are all Dark Moon Clan skilled in such niche compliments?

Just when An Ying was reviewing the log and thought this beheading experience was finally coming to an end, An Lan popped up!

"Thirty-five times is just the record I wanted you to see. Actually, I, An Lan, can blink many more times... Come on, let's have a duel today, senior brother!"

After saying that, An Lan chopped off his own head... and then started blinking frantically...

Seeing the clash between the An Lan factions, all the Dark Moon Clan roared in terror, and then once again chopped off An Ying's head...

Then the scene turned into an intense one-on-one duel!

One Dark Moon Clan carried the severed head of An Ying, while another carried the severed head of An Lan Dark Moon Clan... and then the two severed heads were frantically blinking... competing to see who could blink more...

Such a bizarre scene... you can't even imagine it, let alone watch it... what kind of mental state would one need to come up with such a bizarre way of playing?

The duration of the epic duel between An Lan and An Ying is unknown, but An Ying has lost count of how many times his head has been chopped off...

Although you can be resurrected every time, the death from having your head chopped off is real...

So each time, An Ying experiences the process of life and death after his head is chopped off...

And that kind of pain... you simply can't describe it in words!

Finally, after countless duels, An Ying defeated An Lan with thirty-nine blinks before his death... becoming the record holder for the most blinks before death since Dark Moon Palace was beheaded...

"Wuhu... Buhui Brother Bu Hui is truly gifted... Buhui Brother Bu Hui is indeed born with the Holy Body of Death!"

"Buhui Brother Bu Hui... How was that...? You defeated An Lan today... From now on, An Lan can never brag again!"

"Buhui Brother Bu Hui, smile... Smile... You win... Why are you looking so sad? Tell your senior brother, are you happy?"

An Ying didn't know if he was happy or not, but An Ying knew... he might have feared death in the past, but from this moment on, what was there to fear about death?

In the short span of time just now, I, An Ying, have died countless times, and each time I died, I even had a blinking contest with someone...

Having gone through all of this, death has long since An Ying me to the shadows... Can death still instill my An Ying fear?

It turns out... yes!

Just as An Ying broke An Lan's record for blinking before his death and became the new record holder, a group of the Dark Moon Clan cheered and began to celebrate.

As is well known, the Dark Moon Clan enjoys lighting bonfires and singing and dancing during celebrations...

The Dark Moon Clan's bonfires are different from those elsewhere... The Dark Moon Clan lights themselves as the bonfire, and then everyone sings and dances around it...

It's unclear who lit the campfire first, but An Ying was pulled into it along with them...

Good heavens, the flames scorched the An Ying's soul, and the An Ying screamed and howled in agony from the heat...

Upon seeing the An Ying howling, the many Dark Moon Clan shouted "Wuhu wuhu..."

The scene was somewhat out of control at that moment...

An Ying screamed and writhed in agony as he was burned in the flames... Under the agonizing heat of the fire, An Ying even instinctively grabbed a black longsword from beside him and slashed the Dark Moon Clan who was pulling him away, trying to escape the fire's reach.

But after that strike, all the Dark Moon Clan members around them shouted excitedly...

Without giving the An Ying any chance to react, all the Dark Moon Clan members drew their swords and began a small-scale melee...

Amidst the campfire, laughter, shouts, battle cries, and sobs mingled with the dances and swordplay of countless Dark Moon Clan.

This joyous feast has finally begun...