Yu Xiaogang-didn't he deserve to die?

"Unless what?" Yu Xiaogang asked, anxiety in his voice.

"Unless you use Same-Clan Sacrifice. Enough lives could bring about a fundamental change in your Martial Soul, and with our sect master's secret technique, you might have a chance to take revenge. Otherwise, you never will." The storyteller spoke each word deliberately. It seemed as though he was giving Yu Xiaogang time to think, but he gave him none at all—he merely made sure Yu Xiaogang heard every word.

Yu Xiaogang fell silent. Soon, though, his face twisted into a snarl. "There are so many people in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. It would be their honor to sacrifice themselves for their Young Sect Master. Take me with you. Tell me what to do!"

The storyteller overturned the platform from which he had told his tale, revealing a tunnel beneath it. The three of them left through the tunnel.

Huang Tieyi and Bibi Dong walked out of the Jianghu Teahouse. Yu Xiaogang had ruined their good mood. Just as they turned to head back to the Spirit Hall Branch in Heaven Dou City, the world changed without warning.

Blackness rose like a curtain, plunging the entire street into darkness. Not one of the people there escaped; all were trapped in that dark world.

An eerie, ethereal voice drifted from every direction, its source impossible to pinpoint. Thick with mockery, it echoed throughout the darkness. "Welcome to my world..."

"Your Highness, what do you think would happen if I slaughtered every ordinary person here in the dark and left only your Spirit Hall party alive? Would the Heaven Dou Imperial Family decide Spirit Hall had murdered these people and hold you accountable?"

Those chilling words shattered the people's composure. Countless civilians collapsed in the darkness, their legs trembling as cries