As he saw the outstretched hand, he felt an indescribable chill freeze his blood and his eyes couldn't stay away from the sight before him. The distinctive smell of steel filled his nostrils and the darkened purple light disoriented his senses. Everything felt unreal. Whilst his mouth fell agape, he stared at the spot. Listening carefully as the dying whispers fell on his ears."Run… Yunzheng… Run…" Flickering flames spread over the wrinkled skin, causing ashes to peel away and drift into the air. The familiar figure's smile still hung on his lips despite his body decaying to nothing, with speed visible to the naked eye. Meanwhile, he who heard those last pleas of escape felt time slow down as his world turned darker. Much to his chagrin, no matter how much his brain told him to move, all he could do was sit on the ground, watching the man disintegrate while he rooted for a while.Heart thumping to the point it was about to come out of his mouth, a soft mumble echoed in his ears and

As the lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud, Yunzheng stared at it while he flicked his sword. The blood spattered around but not even a drop of it could be seen on his clothes. With a melancholic sigh coming out of his mouth, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket waist and stroked the blade."What a merciless man." A sarcastic tone appeared from all directions, making it harder for anyone to pinpoint the source. When he heard that voice, Yunzheng snorted. One of his eyebrows raised and he tightened the grip on his sword. At the same time, he guided his energy within and his vigilance raised. "Spare me the villain mockery," he spoke, glancing behind him even though it was an empty place, "It's such a cringe line that my ears couldn't bear to hear it."Out of thin air, a figure materialized and he stared at Yunzheng in silence. He wore black garments equipped with leather armor that covered all of his vital parts. With a black scarf which hid half of his face and a pair

His gaze focused back on the display, Yunzheng narrowed his eyes and mumbled out loud, "Servant System?"Before long, Yunzheng realized that there was something that connected itself deep within his cultivated soul. It was a strange feeling, as if an invisible cord was tied into his heart, glabella, and dantian, the three spots where one's soul resided. Before he could probe the sensation further, a booming siren appeared and from the intersection, a black sedan was speeding to the opposite lane. However, instead of crashing at the incoming vehicles, the sedan easily went through them like some kind of hologram.The police cars chasing after them could only move to the right track while they tracked the car from afar. Later on, they went to other intersections and disappeared from sight. Meanwhile Yunzheng was rooted on the spot after he watched the event. He turned his gaze to the passerby below, using some of his little bit of energy left to exchange his vision. The expressions of

Dumbfounded. That was the reaction of all the people before him until the thugs realized that they were threatened by a superhuman. At first, they exchanged glances at one another before one at the far right with bushy beard and the goofiest tattoo of an octopus on his arm stepped forward and explained themselves. "Are you a Guardian? We belong to the Golden Coalition. We already have permits and this man signed our terms willingly."Yunzheng stared at the middle aged man who was only cowering and hung his head low, avoiding Yunzheng's gaze. Seeing that, some of the thugs sneered and the first bearded man smiled and tried to say something.But in the blink of an eye, Yunzheng already arrived at his side and grabbed the man's neck. Caught off-guard, the man let out a strange yelp as he was lifted, choked at the iron grip while his muscles shrunk and his strength leaving him in breakneck speed. His friends who watched that, quickly rushed to Yunzheng, drawing out knives simultaneously

Scorching. That was the feeling he felt on every inch of his flesh and bones. Yet, contrary to everything, his blood felt ice cold, freezing water in the chilliest winter which rolled through the head to the toe.The two opposite extremes slowly forging him, breaking and molding him before they cooled and healed everything. A full display of both torture and europhia that the sickest masochist would enjoy. After some period, he felt itches spreading under his skin and the foulest stench flooding his nostrils. For the uneducated, foolish amateurs, they would reeled in reflex or ignorance, bringing more harm than good in a span of breaths. He held in those urges to scratch or even to move at all, of course. Staying still like he was nothing more than a stone and a stone he was. At last, the contrast sensation, together with the itches and all had subsided to the point it was barely noticeable. Opening his closed-tight eyes, he rose and walked to a corner. Retched the blackish substanc