I make a contract with myself

"who are you?"

Luo Shang stood in mid-air, looking at the unfamiliar face of the other party, quite puzzled.

I really don't know him.

"The undertaker."

The middle-aged man spoke, his words filled with barely suppressed hatred: "You killed my sister, so I've come to take revenge."

Although one is a young man and the other is middle-aged, they are actually the same age.

One is a genius from a prestigious family, the other is an orphan whose family was destroyed. The difference in their talents and backgrounds has resulted in their different appearances.

Luo Shang thought for a long time, but still didn't know who he was talking about.

baffling.

So I simply stopped thinking about it.

The other party's cultivation level is one grade lower than mine. If I kill him, I'll have nothing to do with this day.

The undertaker is nothing but a rat in the gutter. If he truly had the ability to take revenge, would he have waited until now?

Even on the arena where life and death were decided, no one shouted "start!"

The middle-aged man took out a pill, swallowed it, and felt his blood rush to his head, but his hair turned gray.

Luo Shang's expression changed.

They're fighting like madmen even before the fight has started!

However, he does have the ability to kill me now, but it won't last long.

"drink!"

The middle-aged man roared, his eyes turning bloodshot, and he charged towards his enemy, stepping into the void.

Luo Shang used his magical weapons to fight the enemy, but did not engage in direct combat; he fought while retreating.

It is clear that if this drags on, the middle-aged man will die.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, and then looked back at his fellow humans who, like him, were burdened with hatred.

Do I feel nostalgic? A little.

However, her sister died tragically, and she was raised by her. She was determined to avenge her sister no matter what.

Luo Shang understood immediately; he knew this person didn't want to live anymore and wanted to die together with him.

However, it's not that easy.

Luo Shang kept retreating, even to the edge of the barrier, trying to increase the distance between the two.

The middle-aged man took out a black crystal and infused it with spiritual energy.

The next moment, he appeared beside Luo Shang, but only half of his body remained. His lower body seemed to have been cut off by a sharp blade, severed at the waist, leaving nothing behind.

Luo Shang was stared at by a pair of eyes, whose emotions were unreadable except for overwhelming hatred.

One hand was seized, strange cursed runes wrapped around it, accompanied by soul-deep pain, slowly robbing the two of them of their life force.

"Aaaaaah... Let go! Go to hell!"

Luo Shang was in a panic, watching helplessly as his right hand was covered in cursed patterns, gradually rotting away, losing its flesh and blood, and becoming a piece of white bone.

The curse marks were still growing, intent on taking his life.

In contrast, the middle-aged man, who only had half a body left, remained calm and indifferent to the passing of his life.

In the end, the two perished together.

Luo Shang died without ever knowing what grudge he held against him.

Little did anyone know that Li Li's sister had simply obtained a mineral crystal by chance back then, intending to sell it for some spirit stones to improve her and her brother's lives.

Luo Shang saw it, thought it was beautiful and wanted it, but the price was too low and she didn't sell it, so she ordered her servants to snatch it.

A young woman died tragically.

The mineral crystal was stained with blood, and Luo Shang found it extremely disgusting, so he casually threw it to the side of the road.

It was an accidental death, but it wasn't entirely accidental.

Jun Wuzhi frowned: "Is that an abyss curse? It doesn't seem like it..."

Xuan Che chuckled lightly: "It must have incorporated other elements; it's quite creative."

Jun Wuzhi glanced at him: "Sun Yan is clearly trying to create an opportunity to help the Funeral Homeowners take revenge. He certainly won't personally get involved until they're all dead."

Wu Hao, the leader of the Juexian Sect, frowned and said, "Are we just supposed to watch?"

Lei Ming chuckled: "You can fight with Sect Leader Fan. If you win, you can end the fight early."

Wu Hao is not stupid. Even though he has become a sword god after years of hard training, he is still no match for Fan Wuji.

"The second one is an inner disciple of the Spirit Absolute Holy Land..."

Sun Yan continued calling out names.

Unfortunately, we couldn't find anyone this time.

This person is dead, killed in a conflict with the demon race, and his body was completely devoured.

Sun Yan let out a drawn-out "Oh," completely unconcerned.

"Then the third one, the Sacred Land of Spirit Extinction..."

The list is long, and it's not meant to be targeted, it's just that it's not Xiaoyao Dongtian's turn yet.

Leaving aside the matter of Sun Yan, the two major forces are generally inclined towards the righteous path. However, their forces are too great, and there are always some people who deviate from their original intentions, or who are not good people to begin with. They infiltrate the sects, stir up trouble under the banner of the Lingjue Holy Land, and naturally make many enemies.

Of course, in a world where individual power can change the world, as long as the old monsters in a sect are not dead, they will not easily fall, no matter how many enemies they have.

Even seeking revenge is fraught with difficulties.

This life-or-death arena is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Just like Fan Wuji said, revenge is the best revenge.

Even if I die, so what?

Unfortunately, even if the undertakers exhaust their potential and souls, their current cultivation level and overall strength are still inferior to their enemies.

Once the opponent is prepared, no matter how determined they are, the gap in hard power cannot be bridged simply by resorting to mutual destruction.

"Ouch, another one died." Jun Wuzhi's furrowed brows finally relaxed.

These are the true disciples of the Spirit Absolute Holy Land.

Luo Shang died because he underestimated his enemy, was careless, and had too little intelligence and was not prepared.

Now, with lessons learned from the past and reminders from their mentors, the undertaker's revenge is becoming increasingly difficult.

More and more people are dying.

The undertakers, like moths to a flame, knew they were no match but were willing to fight to the death. As long as they could deplete the enemy's spiritual energy and destroy their magical artifacts, even death would be worthwhile.

"The impact of hatred on people is far more terrifying than that of good and evil, right and wrong..."

The white-haired sect leader appeared calm, but it was only on the surface.

She is the sect leader, the sect leader of the Otherworldly God Sect.

Unfortunately, she was not in the future that Gu Xuanzi foresaw.

Before today, Sun Yan had never even met her, so how could she appear in Sun Yan's past?

The future that Gu Xuanzi foresaw may not be the best, but it is the choice of the original self.

Before the original body perished, the divided soul felt nothing but hatred.

Therefore, she clearly understands what hatred is and knows how to use it to take the lives of her former enemies.

As the founder of the Funeral Procession, the White-Haired Sect Leader could completely empathize with the situation.

"Perhaps none of us are truly alive, but so what..."

The white-haired sect leader took a step forward.

She was also a funeral director, living only for revenge, so naturally she had to fight, even though she was no match for him.

There are many more names on the revenge list.

She has already survived this long enough; if she were to live any longer, she would despise herself.

"A split soul..."

Liu Xian watched from a short distance away but did not stop them.