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Chapter 868: Chapter 678: You Will Regret It

Shen Tang had her reasons for thinking so; the aura of the person in front of her was very much like that mysterious figure Jin once mentioned.

Although she hadn’t seen that person with her own eyes, they always appeared just as suddenly, timing their appearances perfectly, always showing up at crucial moments.

How to describe that feeling?

It was as if someone was always quietly watching everything from the shadows, and when the moment called for it, they would emerge silently.

This was different from ordinary spying; it was overly mysterious and unpredictable, making her eager to uncover the identity of this person.

The person did not deny it, and there seemed to be a faint trace of amusement in his voice, ”You’re quite clever to have guessed it.”

Shen Tang was puzzled, ”Why are you doing this?”

She indeed had to thank this person; if it weren’t for him giving Jin a portion of the Crystal Core, Jin would have long lost control, either self-destructed or been captured by Shou He, and none of the subsequent events would have occurred.

This person was like someone who gently holds a thread just as it’s about to snap.

His appearance seemed insignificant, yet it inadvertently shifted the entire game.

Absent his move, the entire game would have been lost.

Thinking of this, Shen Tang’s heart skipped a beat, and her gaze became vigilant.

”I told you, the less you know, the better.” The person spoke with a slight bow, as if gazing at her through the darkness, his voice still hoarse and elusive, ”Your task is complete, there’s no need for you to stay, if you return now, you can live out your life peacefully.”

”No, I can’t go back yet!” Shen Tang lifted her head, her eyes meeting his with firm resolve.

”Why be so stubborn.” He sighed lightly, ”...Wouldn’t it be better to forget them?”

”Are they that important?”

”Even if that Snake Beast hurt you, you have no regrets?” His tone carried a faint hint of mockery.

Shen Tang clenched her fists, glaring at him angrily, ”I will bear the consequences of my actions, even if he... really wants to kill me, I have no regrets!”

”I was just saying, how did that anger you?”

The amusement in his tone seemed even deeper; he suddenly leaned in, pinching her cheek gently, making her soft skin puff up slightly, ”How naive, how foolish, one day someone might deceive you into becoming their bride without you even realizing it.”

”You—” Shen Tang’s face flushed, not expecting such a frivolous act.

She instinctively wanted to push him away, but the sudden proximity between them caused a scent to wash over her, halting her movement.

The scent on him was a faint aroma of cedar mixed with a bit of disinfectant and medicine, somewhat pungent.

But these smells seemed like they were accidentally caught on his clothes, not yet changed.

Suddenly, Shen Tang found the scent incredibly familiar; her face changed abruptly, recalling the laboratory from before.

Indeed, this scent was common in hospitals and laboratories, but that specific, slightly acrid medicinal smell she had only encountered in the Hand of Creation’s lab.

Suppressing her shock, instead of retreating, she advanced a step, quickly reaching to pull down his cloak—

To see just what kind of face lay beneath!

The person, as if expecting this, swiftly vanished and reappeared several meters away.

He shrugged, ”Conducting a sneak attack on a savior isn’t very ethical, is it?”

With a casual gesture, he created a spatial rift beside him.

At that moment, a powerful and terrifying aura spread like a tide!

The air around suddenly became stagnant, the sky shrouded in Black Fog, making breathing difficult, as if an invisible weight was pressing down on them.

The mysterious person’s aura also deepened, losing its previous ease, ”As expected of the Netherworld King Snake, your pursuit is swift.”

The Black Fog in the air churned as a slender, upright figure slowly stepped out.

Silver hair flowed like moonlight, and his entire being exuded a chilling murderous aura; the man with purple eyes surveyed them coldly from above:

”I told you, you cannot escape.”

He slightly moved his fingers, and the surrounding Black Fog boiled, transforming into several fierce fog snakes, hissing as they lunged at the two.

”Truly troublesome.” The mysterious person sighed lightly, forced to engage in battle.

Boom!

The two forces clashed in mid-air, triggering violent energy fluctuations, causing the entire space to tremble.

Shen Tang couldn’t intervene at all; even if she wanted to seize the chance to escape, she couldn’t, as the area around her was sealed by the Young Master of the Ghost Snake Clan’s power, like a cage, making even teleportation impossible.

And the mysterious person was clearly no match for this Young Master, letting out a muffled groan, he was sent flying like a bird with broken wings.

The Young Master of the Ghost Snake Clan attacked again, but the person’s figure suddenly disappeared in mid-air, reappearing next to Shen Tang the next second.

”Go.” He swiftly opened a spatial rift and pushed her into it.

Just as Shen Tang’s figure was about to vanish.

He gazed at her lightly, his voice so low it almost dissipated in the wind,

”...Long time no see, Your Majesty.”

Shen Tang’s pupils contracted abruptly, but the rift had already closed, and her figure completely disappeared.

”You dare let my prey escape.” The Young Master of the Ghost Snake Clan’s gaze turned utterly cold, surprised that the person’s spatial rift could break through his energy seal; it was indeed remarkable.

The last ripple in his eyes froze, his five fingers closed into a fist, and the thick Black Fog instantly expanded, forming a massive dark cage that engulfed the mysterious person along with all surrounding light and sound.

In this realm swallowed by darkness,

the mysterious person was even less a match for the Young Master.

In the intense battle, he fell into a more disheveled state, barely managing a smile, ”No wonder the Bone of Devouring’s power is so formidable.”

The Young Master of the Ghost Snake Clan’s eyes were as dark as night, his face expressionless, carrying only a serene murderous intent, ”Opposing me leads only to death.”

The two clashed again, but the outcome was already decided.

Amidst the darkness, numerous tendrils extended, binding the person in black firmly in the void, like an insect caught in a web, unable to move.

The Young Master wielded a blade formed from Black Fog, stepping toward him step by step. One strike would be enough to take his life.

The person realized there was no escape and stopped resisting, ”You can kill me, but that female, you cannot harm her.”

Mentioning the escaped Shen Tang, the Young Master’s icy face finally showed a trace of emotion, an indiscernible mix of anger and something else.

Allowing his captured prey to escape was nothing short of a humiliation for him.

”A dying man has no right to command me.”

”It seems you’ve truly forgotten her.” The person said, ”When you remember, you’ll regret it—”

Before he could finish, the blade pierced his body.

The Black Fog surged, swallowing him completely.

Reduced to ashes.

The fog dissipated, the realm vanished, the wilderness returned to its original state.

The Young Master gazed into the heavy night in the distance, his tone placid and unwavering, ”Regret?”

He sneered, ”How amusing.”

Merely killing a female was no different from killing anyone else, why regret?

The Young Master knew some of his memories were missing, often suffering headaches, and his recollections were fragmented.

Judging by the female’s reaction, perhaps they did know each other, perhaps something did happen.

But, so what?

Knowing or not knowing, what difference does it make?

He did not need those useless emotions.

But that female indeed disturbed his emotions for a moment, which posed an unpredictable threat.

He looked into the distance, his expression growing darker, realizing that it might be too late to give chase now.

Next time they met, he would kill her.

...

Somewhere.

A young man opened his eyes, his distinctly jointed hand holding a glass of red wine, the liquid as clear as a gem gently swirled in the glass, the lights flickered outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked at the figurines on the table, one of which was already shattered.

He stretched out his long fingers, gently toppling another.

A soft crack.

The figurine fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

”What a pity, another one bites the dust.”