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Yet even after reforming his body, there was still not the slightest sign of recovery in that withered half of his form.

Worse still, the withering continued to spread slowly yet relentlessly toward the other half of his body, as though he had been branded with a mark of death that could never be eradicated.

This wound, one that damaged his very foundation, made hysterical venom surge into Wuyan's cold, sinister eyes for the first time.

He fixed Jiang Xuan with a deathly stare, his voice hoarse as grinding sand and stone. "Bastard... You've severed my Dao Path. I want you dead! And your sect, your family and friends, every last one of them will—"

"!!!"

Before that venomous curse could be finished, his voice came to an abrupt halt.

At the same time, the savage hatred and hysterical madness on his face froze in that instant. The next moment, those emotions were replaced by even deeper wariness and terror.

That was because he saw that the hollow eyes formed from pure deathly intent on the gray-white Bell Tower standing beside Jiang Xuan had slowly, silently turned toward him.

He had seen Yuwen Cheng's miserable state perfectly clearly.

The crisis of death was like a basin of ten-thousand-year glacial ice poured over his head, instantly chilling his raging hatred to the bone.

In almost a single breath, his gaze changed from that of a vicious ghost filled with boundless hatred to one of clarity.

"No... that wasn't what I meant... Wait—"

His lips trembled as though he wanted to explain himself, wanted to take back that fatal threat.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xuan gave him no such chance.

"Dong—!"

The Death-Announcing Nether Bell rang out once more over Starfall Lake, playing its deathly sound that proclaimed the end.

"Buzz..."

After the bell's