He Was a Hero!

It seemed to sense the murderous glint in the middle-aged man's eyes. The face in the black mist twisted and spoke haltingly.

"You want... to kill him?"

Every word carried a different voice—male and female, old and young—making the atmosphere instantly bizarre.

"While you're this weakened, if I destroy you along with his living soul, there's an eighty percent chance you'll be completely annihilated as well."

The middle-aged man lowered his gaze. "Our ancestor predicted this long ago."

"But he... will die too!"

The black soul phantom laughed sinisterly. "What a... righteous and honorable sect."

"You used someone else's... child to replace your own son and defy fate. Now you want to kill him too. How... ridiculous."

"That's why I became a crooked merchant—to remind myself at all times that I'm no good person."

The middle-aged man chuckled, finished his cigarette, and crushed it out. "Whether he hates me or not is his business. I merely did what I wanted to do."

"I won't... let you succeed!"

Suddenly, the black mist surged violently!

An immensely oppressive aura spread in an instant. It was the feeling of facing a tiger at close range with bare hands—helplessness, weakness, death. It coiled around everyone's hearts, and the entire hospital fell silent.

"Our ancestor said that after enduring the calamity of the end of the Dharma, although you might still revive, even if you do, that thing that returns won't truly be you."

"It will be a brand-new, ignorant newborn Heavenly Demon!"

Facing the black soul's explosive resistance, the middle-aged man sneered.

"You're afraid? Afraid of disappearing?"

"I won't... let you succeed."

The black soul repeated those words as the suffocating aura continued to spread. The hospital immediately descended into chaos.

No one knew what had happened, but that terrifying pressure, like the presence