Have You Thought About How You Want to Die?

Situ Xuan looked down at him, the corners of his mouth splitting into a somewhat savage smile.

"Have you decided how you want to die?"

Lan Muzi's pupils abruptly contracted, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. His Yang Wood Blade was held horizontally before him, the Pure Yang Power on the blade still burning, but the hand gripping it was trembling. He stared into Situ Xuan's icy eyes, saw the predator-like ferocity lurking in their depths, and his throat tightened, his voice turning hoarse.

"You're going to kill me?"

Situ Xuan laughed in anger. He tilted his head and looked Lan Muzi up and down, his gaze as if he were looking at prey that was already dead. His voice was not loud, but every word drove into Lan Muzi's ears like a knife.

"Why can't I kill you?"

Lan Muzi's body began to shake.

In the face of death, no one could remain calm. He was the senior disciple of Shrek Academy's Inner Court, a candidate to inherit the Sea God Pavilion, the strongest of his generation. He had seen countless storms and faced countless tests of life and death.

But at this moment, standing before Situ Xuan, he felt true fear for the first time.

That fear did not come from the gap in strength, but from an absolute crushing superiority.

If Situ Xuan wanted to kill him, it would be easier than crushing an ant. The Yang Wood Blade he took such pride in could not even be drawn before Situ Xuan. The Blade Soul he had painstakingly cultivated for decades was like an infant's toy before Situ Xuan's Power of Heaven and Earth.

His mouth opened and closed, a few indistinct syllables scraping out of his throat. His mind raced, trying to find a reason