My Profession Can Be Upgraded Infinitely - Part 255

The two exchanged an imperceptible glance, each reading the same thought in the other's eyes—Could this be that bastard Yuwen Cheng's self-inflicted ploy? Is he trying to lure us over to take the blade for him?

Their bone-deep distrust of their "companion" made them hesitate for several breaths between life and death.

And in those brief breaths, the Death Dao chime completed its final anchoring.

"Dong—!"

With another deep, hoarse toll, like the final sigh of an old man in his twilight years, the dense Death Dao Resonance finally spread completely, seeping into every inch of Yuwen Cheng's Soul Spirit and every thread of his flesh.

Most of his Soul Spirit had been sealed by the extreme chill of the Severe Winter Dao Resonance. Endless coldness, like hundreds of millions of ice needles, pierced the deepest recesses of his consciousness, freezing his thoughts, his senses, and his will to resist into ice, inch by inch.

His physical body, meanwhile, had been thoroughly tainted by the Dao Resonance of withering and decay.

The Five Decays of the Celestial Being, that great terror originally reserved only for those about to die, descended upon him ahead of time—his once-smooth skin visibly lost its luster and became covered in layer upon layer of ashen wrinkles; his hair withered and fell out in clumps like remnants of autumn leaves; the vigorous life essence within him, once enough to sustain the harvesting of a hundred beauties, was devoured entirely in those few breaths. His whole body became like rotten wood drained of all moisture, radiating an intense stench of decay.

He was not dead yet, but that was by no means because he possessed any strength to resist. It was because Jiang Xuan would not allow him to die so easily.

He had dared to publicly