It felt exactly the same as the last time his blood had been drawn, except this time, he was not being bled. The danger had been transferred directly onto him.
The curse came viciously. By the time Jun Mochen noticed it, it had already entered his soul. Under the venomous curse, his soul began to crumble apart, sending an icy chill through his entire body.
He had never imagined that the Immortal Fate Life-and-Death Contract between him and Qin Luo could be used this way. Qin Luo had practically turned it into an art.
But what he understood even less was this: Was Qin Luo not afraid of getting him, Jun Mochen, killed by doing this?
The Immortal Fate Life-and-Death Contract bound the two of them together. If one died, both died.
He could think of only one possibility: Qin Luo trusted him far too much.
Only after stepping into the range covered by the immortal herb did Jun Mochen feel the rate at which his soul was collapsing begin to slow.
My life should be saved, Jun Mochen thought in relief.
But the consequences this time were extremely severe. His soul had suffered a devastating blow, nearly reaching the point of annihilation.
"Qin Luo. Good. Very good. I'll remember this." Jun Mochen felt that he ought to find a little notebook and record every single thing Qin Luo had done to him, one by one, so that someday he could settle the score with Qin Luo.
"I need to find a way to dissolve this contract with Qin Luo as soon as possible," Jun Mochen said gravely.
Mang Ya and the others followed close behind. Upon noticing the heavy injuries Jun Mochen had suffered, Mang Ya's expression also became exceptionally solemn.
Hearing Jun Mochen mention his contract with Qin