Xiao Chen's Death

The faint scarlet glow barely brought a trace of light to this patch of heaven and earth, yet it made everything seem even more sinister, terrifying, and bizarre.

"Die! Once you die, you'll be free!"

High in the sky, Xue Shan's mangled face was cold and cruel as he relentlessly instilled the will to die into Xiao Chen.

"So... tired. I'm really so tired. I just want to... rest!" Xiao Chen's will began to collapse, and his eyes grew darker and darker.

When misfortune had clung to him before, he had still been able to resist it, with fortune and providence aiding him.

Though he was unlucky and nothing ever went smoothly for him, he also possessed immense luck.

Now, in order to claim the Path of Calamity, Xiao Chen had voluntarily opened his mind and drawn the Power of Misfortune into his soul. It was no different from sending a sheep into a tiger's jaws, an act fraught with immense danger.

This had already been a helpless move made without any other choice, perilous beyond measure.

Both Qiongqi and Xiao Chen had underestimated the danger of this incident. In the end, Xiao Chen fell into a desperate predicament.

"Kid, hold on! You haven't even touched a woman yet. How can you die like this without regrets?" Qiongqi could no longer hold himself together. He growled softly, trying to awaken Xiao Chen's desire to live.

Yet such words seemed to have no effect on a righteous gentleman like Xiao Chen.

His breathing grew weaker and weaker!

"It's over!" Qiongqi despaired.

Just then, a faint green radiance emerged from Xiao Chen's chest. It then surged through his limbs and bones, overflowing with astonishing vitality. When the gray-black deathly aura met that glimmering green radiance, it was like ice and snow meeting