Recovering His Memories

"Xuanyuan, you can't escape."

"Our lord has ordered us to bring you back, dead or alive."

"The 'source' within you doesn't belong to you. Hand it over, and we'll make your death quick."

Xuanyuan?

Wang Bo'an and Wang Xiao were shaken once again when they heard the name.

So that was his name: Xuanyuan.

And Shadow Hall...

They had never heard of it, but from the Ghost Masked Men's tone alone, and their unfathomable strength, it was clear this was a terrifying organization of unimaginable size.

Xuanyuan seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke imaginable. He let out a scornful laugh.

"The source? You lot can't even figure out where your own power comes from, yet you think you're worthy of coveting the 'source'?"

He stood up, downed the wine in his cup, then casually set the priceless jade cup on the stone table. It rang out with a clear chink.

"Enough talk."

Xuanyuan's gaze swept over the five men. The amusement in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by utter indifference. "Are you coming at me together, or one at a time to die?"

"Arrogant!"

The leading Ghost Masked Man shouted angrily, clearly enraged by Xuanyuan's dismissive attitude.

"Form the array! Kill him!"

At his command, all five figures moved at once!

They were so fast they hardly seemed human, like five black bolts of lightning lunging at Xuanyuan in the stone pavilion from five directions!

The instant they moved, a chill ten times stronger than before erupted!

The five men's auras linked together through some strange formation, transforming into a vast net that sealed off every escape route.

Ghostly wails filled the air. Countless streams of black energy appeared out of nowhere, forming vicious serpents that lunged to devour Xuanyuan.

Wang Bo'an and Wang Xiao had already been crushed