Soon, the Book of Life and Death stopped turning its pages.
Among the three, the name of a Lu Family Ancestor called Lu Xiangyang appeared before King Yama's eyes.
King Yama slowly raised the brush in his hand, its black ink turning red in a single second.
He pressed its tip against the page and crossed out Lu Xiangyang's name with one smooth stroke.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard.
The sun hung high in the sky on a scorching day. One moment, they were drenched in sweat; the next, they felt as though winter had arrived early, a cold wind stabbing their flesh.
Yet there was no wind at all, making it utterly bizarre.
Suddenly, all four men's expressions changed, and they swiftly scattered.
Lu Xiangyang was among them.
But before he could take more than a few steps, two Soul-Locking Chains whipped out from behind him and held his body fast.
No matter how Lu Xiangyang struggled, it was all in vain.
Two figures, one in black and one in white, stepped out of the Spatial Teleportation Gate. Chains wound several times around their wrists began to tighten.
"Save me! Hurry and save me!" Lu Xiangyang shouted at the other two Ancestors.
A junior like Lu Chengyi was naturally no one he could count on.
As for Lu Xiangyang himself?
Forget resisting-he now felt as though every bone had been stripped from his body. He could not muster any strength at all.
He could no longer sense even a trace of spiritual qi. An invisible power of rules forcibly suppressed him, reducing him to an ordinary man.
He felt an intense sensation of his soul being torn at, about to be dragged out of its shell.
"All right, I'll..."
The Ancestor had barely spoken.
The black-robed Soul Reaper abruptly turned