Wu Xiangnan smiled and took two steps forward, stopping before the silver sphere of chaos.
"I'm starting," Wu Xiangnan said solemnly. "When the time comes, you kill me. Make it quick."
"...Don't worry. No one's blade is faster than mine."
King Mask slowly rested his hand on Yiyuan at his waist.
Wu Xiangnan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and fiercely grasped at the sphere of chaos before him. The instant his palm sank into the silver light, his expression twisted violently!
Silver light surged madly into his body. Unprecedented agony consumed his mind, but no matter how intense the pain became, Wu Xiangnan did not withdraw his arm. Instead, he gritted his teeth and endured, using his body to absorb even more of the origin.
As the silver light poured in, his body gradually approached its limit. Wu Xiangnan's eyes widened, and he shouted:
"Kill me!"
Clang—!!
A flash of blade light swept from King Mask's waist, instantly severing Wu Xiangnan's head. Blood spurted forth.
With a dull thud, Wu Xiangnan's corpse crashed to the ground. Silver light churned through his body like a tide before gradually dimming.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... Time passed bit by bit. More than ten seconds later, a streak of white light shot from the corpse and began reconstructing Wu Xiangnan's body.
During the process, large amounts of black impurities precipitated from the origin within his body, congealing into nauseating black liquid that flowed across the ground.
Within a few breaths, Wu Xiangnan had returned to normal.
His first life.
Wu Xiangnan took a deep breath. The pain of being slain by King Mask still lingered on his face. He closed his eyes and took a long while to steady himself.
"Continue."
He opened his eyes, resolutely extended his hand,