Chapter 84: The Mysterious Man

The High Priest’s lips curled with a cold sneer. “You remind me of myself when I was young—bold and daring. But you’ve made a grave mistake. You shouldn’t have opposed the Demon Spirit Sect for the sake of a woman. If you’re willing to abandon the darkness and pledge your loyalty to me, perhaps I’ll be lenient. Who knows, I might even relinquish my position to you one day.”

“Bah! If you want to kill me, then do it. Spare me your damned nonsense.” With my hands pressed to the ground, I managed to force out these words. My body was riddled with arrows, the pain so intense that every muscle was taut. Beads of sweat, as large as beans, dripped from my forehead onto the stone slabs of the altar.

The High Priest stood, snorting coldly. “You’ve chosen your own death. Blame no one but yourself.” He stepped back to the edge of the altar. At that moment, the burly man and Leng Wushuang arrived at the dais. Leng Wushuang’s gaze upon me was peculiar—not hostile, yet lacking any satisfaction of cunning triumph. Had I been wrong about her? But that was the least of my concerns. What truly mattered was the zombie whose spine I’d shattered earlier was now crawling toward me. The High Priest meant for this abomination to finish me off—a humiliation worse than death by a hail of arrows. I’d rather fall to a volley than be ended by this half-man, half-monster.

Slowly, my body was recovering; the bleeding had stopped. Ever since I lost the power of the Dragon Mark, my wounds no longer healed on their o