Murong Yuan closed his eyes. A refined, handsome face surfaced in his mind, and his expression gradually dimmed. He murmured, "I'm sorry. I failed to live up to Young Master's expectations. I hope we will never know each other again in the next life."
With that, he slowly raised his hand. A round pearl appeared in his palm—it was none other than his Life Soul.
Lin Taichu swept his gaze over it and seemed to understand what Murong Yuan intended to do. He could not help sneering, "A futile struggle."
A cold glint suddenly shot from his eyes as he controlled the Mo Hammer and smashed it down viciously. Murong Yuan opened his eyes and flung his hand sharply. The Life Soul pearl flew out, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.
Just as the Mo Hammer was about to descend upon Murong Yuan's head, his pupils contracted. The shadow of death enveloped his heart. Suddenly, he let out a low shout, and Ice Palaces abruptly rose behind him, standing high in the sky. Majestic and solemn, they radiated a terrifying aura that made hearts tremble.
"This is..." A trace of surprise flashed through Lin Taichu's eyes, but then a mocking curve formed on his lips. He sneered coldly, "Such a trivial trick—hardly worth mentioning."
As his voice fell, the demonic light around the Mo Hammer grew even brighter. With a thunderous boom, the Mo Hammer slammed viciously into the frost palaces behind Murong Yuan.
In an instant, ice crystals exploded. Murong Yuan was knocked back several hundred meters, coughing incessantly as blood scattered through the void. He staggered to his feet and looked at Lin Taichu, his eyes filled with boundless hatred.
"I told you, you will not leave here alive today!" Lin Taichu said indifferently. With