No Longer Alone in This Life

When had a pitch-black robe appeared in his hand? Draped over him, it was like a general's armor.

When had his fingertips touched a broad hat? Once he put it on, his face was shrouded in mist.

The gleaming lights fell upon him as well, gradually illuminating his dark figure, like a ghost slowly emerging from a grave.

The buzzing of flies fell silent with that ghost's appearance. They looked at the vicious Rakshasa, then at him, standing alone.

"Match, begin!"

As the host's voice fell, Rakshasa seemed to catch a fleeting glimmer in the ghost's eyes.

He no longer had anyone to rely on. He had only himself.

He was no longer Tang Liu. He was Tang Liou.

Ling Huang Tianshu, Slaughter Technique.

A blue-black flash vanished beneath Tang Liou's feet.

The next instant, a transparent blue-black barrier gathered before one member of the Rakshasa Team, transforming into a streak of sword light.

The sword emerged, and a head fell.

One step, one kill.

An incomparably dense blue-black radiance shone around Tang Liou. The heavy force field not only effortlessly blocked the Rakshasa Team's attacks, but also concealed the glow of the four blue-black Soul Rings on his body.

No one could see his Soul Rings.

And so no one could be surprised by them.

Yet they were still shocked by his attacks and his actions.

He took seven steps toward the Rakshasa Team.

The blue-black sword light flashed seven times as well.

And seven heads fell.

Clean. Decisive. Merciless.

Once all seven members of Rakshasa had fallen, every trace of blue-black around him went out in an instant.

His right hand also clenched the black bracelet around his left wrist at once.

He had long since become Tang Liu, no longer Tang Liou.

"Third