The black robe slipped off, revealing Ouyang Chen's familiar face to Xue Gong.
But he was different now. Ouyang Chen was completely shrouded in black mist, his face covered in black markings that made him look savage and horrifying. To Xue Gong's utter astonishment, Ouyang Chen was floating in midair, his feet not touching the ground in the slightest!
"Young… Young Master Chen, how can you be here? Aren't you already…" Xue Gong stammered, his voice trembling as he stared at the strange, unsettling figure of Ouyang Chen.
"Are you trying to say I'm dead? Hmph, as long as Shen Haoran lives, how could I be willing to die!" Ouyang Chen's face twisted with savagery. His bone-chilling voice seemed to echo from the Nine Netherworld itself, sending a shiver down Xue Gong's spine.
"Young Master Chen… then why have you come?" Xue Gong asked quietly, his head bowed.
"To take Shen Haoran's life, of course," Ouyang Chen said coldly.
