Above Bone Mountain, She Yuan stood with his hands behind his back. His dark green robe snapped in the lingering spiritual energy aftershocks. Cold light flickered in his eyes as he stared fixedly at the figure before him, who had not moved a single step from beginning to end.
After a moment, She Yuan drew a light breath. The surprise and disbelief in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed, gradually returning to indifference.
He was She Yuan, the Young Hall Master of the Snake God Hall, ranked fifth on the Dragon-Phoenix Record. Among the younger generation of the Northern Domain, fewer than five people were worthy of his regard.
Since this nameless nobody who had crawled out of some backwater corner wanted to die, he would grant him that wish.
She Yuan sneered, "You want to know how you'll die? What a foolish fool..."
Then, a sinister curve slowly rose at the corner of his lips. The curve grew wider and wider before finally becoming a savage, cruel smile.
He stared at Lin Ming, killing intent in those dark green snake eyes nearly solidifying into substance. "But I won't give you the chance to regret it. So, kid, take your regrets and go to hell!"
She Yuan gave a chilling smile, then took a step forward.
The instant his foot landed, vast spiritual energy, like a volcano that had been accumulating power for ten thousand years, erupted in every direction.
That icy dark green spiritual energy covered the sky in an instant. As it churned, countless invisible venomous snakes seemed to swim within it, flicking their tongues.
From afar, it looked as though the sky itself had been covered by a heavy, oppressive dark green curtain. A bone-chilling pressure descended from above, shrouding the entire summit of Bone Mountain.
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