652: Wu Bian appeared?

The paper transformed into four large characters: Treacherous Villain.

The giant characters floated in the air.

Shen Bei remembered then; Wu Bi'an had indeed given him the chance to come to Burial Sea Secret Lord's location and post the note.

He hadn't expected that with all the busyness, he had almost forgotten about it.

And the four large characters, “Treacherous Villain,” instantly imprinted themselves on the Blood Moon Death Servant's heart, searing into the depths of his Divine Soul.

The Blood Moon Death Servant clutched his head, kneeling on the ground in agony, emitting struggling roars from his throat.

“Treacherous Villain, what a Treacherous Villain!

Before your demise, you feared I would dissolve the Bloodline contract, so you severed my head and sealed my Divine Soul.

You were wrong, not everyone is like you!”

Blood tears streamed from the Blood Moon Death Servant's eyes, his face filled with sorrow as he shrieked.

“In life, I fought for you across the lands, bore endless grievances for the Fu Tu Demon Sect, served you my entire life, and blocked thirty-seven assassination attempts for you.

You asked me to guard your mausoleum, and I have done so; I and the Ye family have been loyal.

Now I only have this broken body left; I might as well give it all to you, to fulfill the oath the Ye family once made.

From this day forward, my Ye family and your Fu Tu Demon Sect will have no further connection!”

The Blood Moon Death Servant growled, raising his head, a blood-red mark appearing on his forehead; he extended a finger and cut a bloodstain on the blood mark.

Instantly, the blood mark seemed to come alive, emitting an eerie glow.

The Death Qi within the Blood Moon Death Servant surged, yet a peculiar trace of vitality, condensed and unscattered, hovered between his brows.

This was a Blood Pact, a Bloodline Pact.

Established after pledging loyalty, it was one of the most stringent forms of servitude; typically, only slaves who had completely lost themselves, were bought by others, then impressed by the one they served, and finally entered into an alliance with the master family, would form such a Bloodline Pact.

Afterward, all descendants, generation after generation, would inherit the Bloodline Pact.

Some Bloodline Pacts were not too harsh; as long as a descendant of the master family violated the contract, the Bloodline Pact could be dissolved.

But some were purely one-sided control, without any restrictions, allowing them to live or die at will; generation after generation, the descendants would never have a chance to rise.

These were the Death Servants.

Possessing Death Servants was also a foundation of powerful forces.

And at this moment, the Blood Moon Death Servant, by activating the blood mark, with Burial Sea Secret Lord having broken his promise first, as long as he expended his last strength to fulfill his Bloodline Pact, once he completely returned to nothingness, the Bloodline Pact would naturally disappear entirely.

The next moment.

The four characters “Treacherous Villain” instantly changed.

They began to scatter and then coalesce.

And in Shen Bei's eyes, these coalescing lights gradually formed a human figure.

As the figure became clearer, Shen Bei exclaimed, “Holy crap!”

It was none other than Wu Bi'an!

“He, how could he… I—”

Shen Bei was completely stunned.

Who could have imagined that a piece of paper could manifest Wu Bi'an!

Damn it, worthy of a Da Shouzi, he plays with such flair!

And when the Headless Undead saw Wu Bi'an, his resolve to die intensified.

As Wu Bi'an floated closer, Devilish Qi slowly overflowed, and a terrifying pressure suddenly descended, sweeping across the area.

Within the Demonic Path's pressure, a dormant consciousness was slowly awakening.

The Blood Moon Death Servant waited silently.

Suddenly, the Blood Moon Death Servant's hair stood on end, and in his pitch-black eyes, two blood-red full Moons slowly reflected.

The gale abruptly stopped, the dark clouds froze, and the stirred dust was suspended in place; the entire world, everything, was as if fixed like an insect in amber, unable to move a single inch, even the never-silent consciousness fell into stagnation.

Wu Bi'an slowly extended a palm, and the condensed power transformed into a lifelike fleshy palm.

The fleshy palm flew rapidly, passing through the frozen world.

By the time it had flown halfway, the two blood-red full Moons reflected in the Blood Moon Death Servant's eyes finally materialized.

In an instant.

The Blood Moon Death Servant vanished from his original spot, blocking the path of the fleshy palm, his entire body's power pushed to the extreme.

Watching the fleshy palm strike his chest, a flicker of eagerness shone in the Blood Moon Death Servant's eyes; the blood mark on his brow glowed resplendently, and the light it emitted appeared increasingly demonic.

“Boom!”

Everything returned to normal, a gentle breeze blew again, and dust drifted uncertainly.

The fleshy palm disappeared, and the power it carried completely erupted; a purple aura condensed into a dazzling aurora, striking the sky and vanishing in a blink of an eye.

After the dazzling light dissipated, a hole about ten-odd miles wide appeared in the sky, with spiderweb-like black cracks extending hundreds of miles from the hole.

The sky was broken.

The spatial cracks slowly recovered…

And on the earth, amidst the sprawling mountain ranges, a straight chasm of similar width, about ten-odd miles wide, appeared, cutting directly through the entire mountain range, extending for an unknown distance…

The chasm was smooth, with a magma-like substance condensed on its surface, slowly flowing downwards.

In mid-air, only the Blood Moon Death Servant's head remained, his eyes filled with liberation, and the blood mark on his forehead slowly dissolved into nothingness.

He gazed at Wu Bi'an in the distance, murmuring to himself.

“Worthy of a peerless expert who could contend with the Lord; even with less than one percent of his power, I cannot hope to stand against him like a mantis trying to stop a chariot…”

Before he could finish speaking, the Blood Moon Death Servant's head also turned to dust, scattering with the wind.

Wu Bi'an calmly watched the Blood Moon Death Servant dissipate.

“To see me and still willingly die for him, he is indeed a loyal person.”

“Burial Sea, I have come, and I have also removed the person you were uneasy about; how much longer do you intend to wait?”

Devilish Qi boiled, and Death Qi spiraled upwards, forming a sky-obscuring demonic cloud in the sky.

Black light shot up into the sky, merging into the demonic cloud.

Roars echoed across the wilderness, and one after another, blood-soaked Demonic Dragons flew out from the demonic cloud, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, with black chains wrapped around their bodies.

Behind them, a white bone throne was pulled by the Demonic Dragons, flying out, upon which sat a rather handsome man.

The man's sword-like eyebrows seemed to pierce his temples, his eyes were slightly closed as if napping, a faint smile played on the corners of his lips, he wore a spotless white robe, his hair casually draped behind his head, and two strands of loose hair on his forehead gently swayed with the breeze.

He appeared to be a rather carefree and refined Young Master of the mortal world.

Were it not for the terrifying pressure emanating from his body, which even suppressed all air movement here.

It is likely no one would believe that such a person, utterly devoid of the domineering aura of a Demonic Path expert, could actually be the renowned Burial Sea Secret Lord.

“I thought you wouldn't dare to come out.”

“Wu Bi'an, long time no see; you and I are no longer living, why disturb my peaceful slumber? All past grievances and affections have turned into smoke; I have already paid with my life for you, why do you still hold a grudge and refuse to rest in peace?”

Burial Sea Secret Lord slowly opened his eyes, his tone nonchalant, lightly listing Wu Bi'an's faults…

“A villain is indeed a villain.” A trace of ferocity appeared between Wu Bi'an's brows, and he shouted sternly: “The person carrying that wisp of my Innate Grandmist Purple Qi has already perished here; do you think I don't know? Besides you, who else could instantly take it into their possession and make me lose my connection to it!”

“Hmm?” A hint of confusion flashed in Burial Sea Secret Lord's eyes.

“Still so cowardly as to deny what you've done?” Wu Bi'an's lips curved into a sarcastic arc.

Burial Sea Secret Lord sneered, his temper flaring, and responded unceremoniously.

“Even if I took it, what can you do to me?!”