This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 306 Suicide

Shen Li's body went cold with terror; in that instant, a bronze sword had pierced her chest.

She stared in disbelief at the sword before her. How dare she? Didn't Xiao Xingchen ever consider the backlash of the soul imprint?

“You’re all courting death. If you dare kill the Shen family, the entire Yong’an will be razed to the ground because of you.”

Shangguan Yun was furious. This was a direct descendant of the Shen family. With a direct descendant dead here, who knew how enraged the Shen family would be when the news got back?

A chilling death spread through Shen Li's chest. The slave mark flickered, and the excruciating pain within her body began to travel through the mark to Xiao Xingchen's body.

On Xiao Xingchen's chest, the same mark flickered. He smiled helplessly, still suspended in mid-air. This soul imprint technique was utterly unsolvable; he had already pierced through Shen Li, but his own body felt as if it had been pierced as well.

He even felt that Shen Li's injuries were actually transferring to him.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Ling Xue reappeared beside Xiao Xingchen and helped him up as he swayed.

"How are you? Can you hold on?"

She said with concern,

"Not good. I underestimated her soul imprint; the injuries are transferring to me."

Shen Li coughed up blood, followed immediately by Xiao Xingchen.

At this moment, Shangguan Yun had no time to care about anything else. He grabbed Shen Li and quickly moved aside. As for Xiao Xingchen, Ling Xue brought him to Xizhu's side.

"Is there any way to stop this? If this continues, Shen Li won't die, but he will."

"Didn't Wushuang say that we don't need to worry about him? Let's just see who dies first between these two."

Xizhu responded indifferently, her gaze sweeping over Shen Li and Xiao Xingchen in the distance.

This soul imprint technique truly piqued his interest. Shen Li coughed up blood, and he coughed up blood too; it was a contest of who could produce more blood.

As their injuries continued to worsen, the two fought desperately, leaving everyone stunned. This was the first time they had ever witnessed such a bizarre battle.

"This is interesting!" exclaimed those watching from a distance, their interest piqued.

"Who do you think will die first?"

Someone asked,

“She is the master of Shen Li’s soul imprint, so all her injuries can be transferred to Xiao Xingchen, while Xiao Xingchen can only be passive. I don’t have a good opinion of him, and no one can say for sure what other tricks Shen Li might have up her sleeve.”

This view was shared by most people. The slave mark completely stripped Xiao Xingchen of his initiative, and that was the most terrifying thing.

Even Xiao Xingchen could sense this change; the injuries, though slow, were all moving towards his chest along with the slave seal.

As the injuries shifted, Shen Li's complexion actually began to improve, which annoyed him. Wasn't it supposed to be a soul imprint? Why was it still having such a big impact even after he had changed his soul?

"This won't do. Shen Li will recover soon, but you'll be in a different situation."

Xi Zhu clicked her tongue in amazement, her expression one of watching the spectacle, which drew an angry glare from Ling Xue.

"What other ideas do you have? Show them to me now."

"Isn't he the solution? Wushuang said so, don't worry, I trust her."

"What did Mu Wushuang say?"

These words startled Xiao Xingchen, who quickly asked,

"She said you wouldn't die. For some reason, she had a lot of confidence in you and didn't care about the existence of this soul imprint in your body at all."

With Ling Xue's explanation, Xiao Xingchen seemed to realize the truth. Mu Wushuang wouldn't lie; if she was certain she was unharmed, there was only one possibility.

Their only connection is the moon, could it be...?

An incredible idea popped into Xiao Xingchen's mind. He had seen many things in the ancestral land of the Moon Wheel Clan, but those things were too distant for him to focus on remembering.

But as Mu Wushuang reminded him, he suddenly realized that the mark on his chest was so similar to the inscription on the high priest's chains.

He didn't believe there was no connection between them. He hadn't thought of it before, but now that he did, he quickly concluded that the Moon Wheel Inscription might be the nemesis of this kind of slave mark.

The primary purpose of that Moon Wheel Suppression Ground was to suppress the lives of the Moon Wheel Clan. In other words, those gray Moon Wheel Clan members he had seen before could potentially be resurrected.

The truth behind that area of ​​suppression is that they wanted to kill them as quickly as possible.

That should be it, he thought hesitantly, but as his health deteriorated, there was no longer any time left to consider.

"I'll risk it all," he gritted his teeth, picked up the bronze sword, and stabbed himself in the process.

This rough handling startled Ling Xue, causing her to scream.

"What are you doing? Are you looking to die? Your injuries are useless against her."

"Are you crazy?"

Xizhu was somewhat confused about what he was trying to do.

Seeing themselves stab themselves with a sword, not only their own people but even their enemies were astonished.

"Is he trying to commit suicide? My slave mark is one-way; even if he suffers severe injuries, it won't affect me."

Shen Li was much better. She looked at Xiao Xingchen with confusion in her mind. She even felt that Xiao Xingchen must be heartbroken and wanted to end everything by committing suicide. But could suicide really help him escape the slave mark?

The answer is no, so she is not in a hurry.

"They were probably hit hard; after all, something like this is very devastating."

Shangguan Yun echoed this sentiment, thinking to himself that if he were in that situation, he would probably choose to end his own life as well.

Ignoring the confusion of others, Xiao Xingchen continued to stab himself with his sword, screams of agony escaping his lips, but this did nothing to slow his swordplay.

This brutal act sent chills down the spines of everyone who witnessed it. This Prince Kao Shan was truly ruthless to himself; he was capable of stabbing himself.

Ling Xue tried to stop her, but was met with Xiao Xingchen's indifference in return.

"Don't move! Today, either I'll stab myself to death, or Shen Li will stab me to death!"

"Is there a difference? It seems like the end result is the same—you die." Xizhu chuckled, which made Xiaoxingchen curse her for being heartless.

"I'm already like this, and you're still laughing. Fine, take this sword and stab me."

The bronze sword, dripping with blood, was stained with his own. Xiao Xingchen was already short of oxygen and somewhat dazed.

This wasn't the first time he'd lost consciousness. He felt utterly weak, his eyelids growing heavier, and a chill rose within him. In his hazy vision, he seemed to see a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Is this what death feels like? Maybe dying means I can go back.

Was he afraid of death? Yes, but if dying meant returning to modern society, it would be worth it. Regardless of whether his guess was right or wrong, he swung his sword in a flourish, aiming for his heart.

With a "plop" sound, it was inserted.

This chilling scene is terrifying!