Three Sins Against Heaven

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Ryan Ji took a large stride forward, leaping high and kicking Mark Ye back several steps.

Seizing the opportunity, Dylan Chen thrust his weapon towards Mark Ye, while Roy Li and Ralph Zhao flanked him from both sides with perfect coordination.

Carol Yan stood not far away, holding a dagger, looking hesitant. Even though she was accustomed to death, she still found it hard to engage in actual combat.

Dylan Chen understood her nature and didn't force her. He simply asked her to observe and wait for the right moment. The four of them were enough to deal with Mark Ye; any more would just get in the way.

Under their combined assault, Mark Ye's robe was soon soaked with blood, his body covered in wounds, and his movements gradually slowed.

Seeing Ryan Ji's elbow strike Mark Ye's skull, Carol Yan finally made up her mind. Seizing the moment, she rushed forward and stabbed Mark Ye in the back with her dagger.

At the same time, Roy Li and Ralph Zhao's daggers pierced Mark Ye's chest. If Mark Ye hadn't twisted his body at the last moment, his heart would have been punctured.

With this, Mark Ye was completely powerless to resist.

"Ah!" Mark Ye let out a heart-wrenching scream, desperately shaking off the attackers and staggering backward, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Dylan Chen.

At this moment, he seemed no different from a Spirit Slave at the mercy of others.

Dylan Chen dashed forward, raising his dagger and slashing it across Mark Ye's neck, channeling all his spiritual energy into this strike.

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A burst of white light suddenly erupted from Mark Ye's body, violently deflecting Dylan Chen's dagger.

Bathed in the white light, Mark Ye's wounds rapidly healed. Although the poison in his body wasn't completely neutralized, it was suppressed.

Mark Ye was momentarily stunned before he finally reacted, pulling open his robe to reveal a jade pendant inside, laughing maniacally.

"You thought you had everything figured out, but did you account for the magical tool my master gave me? This tool can withstand a full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Did you really think you ants could break it?"

In the earlier crisis, he had been so panicked that he forgot about his protective magical tool. It wasn't until Dylan Chen's fatal strike landed on his throat that the tool was passively activated to protect him.

If not for this magical tool, he would have been dead. But of course, he wouldn't admit that.

The faces of Dylan Chen and his companions turned extremely grim. Was this really a case of man proposes, but heaven disposes?

Mark Ye raised his hand, and the storage bag in Dylan Chen's arms flew back into his hand.

"This storage bag is imprinted with my spiritual sense. Did you think you could use it just because you took it?"

Mark Ye took out a silver longsword from the storage bag and held it in his hand, his figure flickering.

In the next moment, a fierce burst of sword qi erupted.

With a loud "bang," the walls of the top floor shattered, and the five of them fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, each with a deep wound down to the bone.

Although they dodged in time, Mark Ye's single sword strike left them severely injured.

The gap between a Spirit Slave and a cultivator was truly this vast!

Dylan Chen's eyes were filled with unwillingness. He couldn't understand why.

Every step had been flawless, so why couldn't they kill Mark Ye?

Mark Ye descended, seeing Dylan Chen's reaction, his face full of mockery. "You've endured for so long, and I admit I underestimated you. But in the face of absolute power, all schemes are futile."

Dylan Chen tightly gripped the copper coin on his wrist, a bitter smile on his face.

So this is power?

Even with a foolproof plan, it still seemed so fragile in the face of absolute power!

Dylan Chen slowly closed his eyes, ready to embrace death, even if it meant being tortured to death by Mark Ye. He murmured, "Mother, see you in the next life."

Ryan Ji hesitated for only a moment before making a decision. Holding his dagger, he charged at Mark Ye.

"Dylan, go! I'll cover you!"

"No, I can't leave you behind!" Dylan Chen shook his head repeatedly.

Ryan Ji roared, "Stop talking nonsense and go! You're the smartest among us. I believe you can survive. If you ever get out of here, go to White Sheep Village in Liyuan County and find my parents. Tell them I'll be their son again in the next life!"

"My parents sold me here; I've already severed ties with them. After I die, bury me with Ryan Ji. You witnessed our wedding, but we can't attend yours. Take care." Carol Yan smiled sweetly at Dylan Chen, holding her dagger as she resolutely charged at Mark Ye.

"Dylan, I want to return to my roots, Yangcheng Li Family Village. Thanks!" Roy Li, usually so honest and timid, smiled freely and followed suit, charging at Mark Ye.

"Dylan, in the next life, I'll wield the spear for you again!" Ralph Zhao roared, abandoning his usual calm demeanor, charging at Mark Ye like a madman. "Langqiao Town, Jiang County, I'm counting on you!"

Watching his friends being torn apart by Mark Ye's sword, Dylan Chen choked up, "No, I can't trade your lives for mine..."

Ryan Ji turned and cursed, "What are you hesitating for? Do you want us to die in vain? Get out of here!"

"Ah!" Dylan Chen roared in anguish, watching his friends fight to the death. He opened the barrier covering the courtyard, gritted his teeth, and ran as fast as he could, tears streaming down his face.

Sharp sword qi flashed, and the four of them soon fell into a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.

"Dylan, we'll be brothers again in the next life." Ryan Ji muttered, looking in the direction Dylan had fled. Then, with great effort, he pulled Carol Yan into his arms, a gentle smile on his face. "Carol, are you scared?"

"No." Carol Yan shook her head, snuggling into Ryan Ji's embrace, gazing at him affectionately. "In the next life, I still want to marry you."

"Then it's settled." Ryan Ji laughed heartily, then looked at Roy Li and Ralph Zhao. "Brothers, it's an honor to die with you."

"The honor is mine," Ralph Zhao said seriously.

Roy Li smiled, "I've always admired you both. I was born timid, never daring to argue with anyone. I like brave and bold people like you and Dylan. Now, I've finally been brave once. I like this version of myself. If we can't live together, let's die together."

"Die?" Mark Ye sneered, "I won't let you die so easily. I'll use the most brutal punishments to make you understand the cost of defiance."

"You think you're something special? You're not even worth Dylan's toe. You were just born lucky. If Dylan had your talent, you wouldn't even be fit to carry his shoes. Just wait, he'll escape and avenge us." Ryan Ji continued to laugh, then looked seriously at the others. "Carol, brothers, we can't choose how we live, but we can choose how we die, right?"

"Right!" The three nodded firmly.

"Good, then let's die together. We'll have company on the road to the afterlife." Ryan Ji laughed, then severed his own heart vein.

Carol Yan looked deeply at Ryan Ji, then followed suit without hesitation.

Roy Li and Ralph Zhao exchanged a laugh, then took their own lives simultaneously.

Though they couldn't live together, they could die together!

"Hmph, you died quickly!" Mark Ye snorted, collecting their bodies into his storage bag. He then charged out of the courtyard, stepping onto his sword and soaring into the sky.

A Qi Refinement cultivator's spiritual energy couldn't sustain long flights, so they usually avoided it unless absolutely necessary.

But now that Dylan Chen had escaped, he had to catch up quickly.

A rebellion by his Spirit Slaves, with one escaping, would be a huge disgrace if it became known.

For this, he even ignored the poison in his body, focusing on killing Dylan Chen as quickly as possible!

In just a moment, he spotted Dylan Chen and quickly descended, sending his sword flying.

Dylan Chen was running frantically, following the map in his mind, unaware that Mark Ye had caught up. Suddenly, his legs gave out, and he fell to the ground, rolling several times before stopping. As he tried to get up, he realized he couldn't put any strength in his legs.

His tendons had been severed!

Mark Ye approached slowly, stepping on Dylan Chen's chest.

"Lackey, run some more!"

"If you're going to kill me, just do it. Why so much talk?" Dylan Chen glared at Mark Ye, his previous subservience gone.

"Killing you would be too easy." Mark Ye sneered, lightly waving his silver sword, instantly covering Dylan Chen's body with bleeding cuts. "I'll watch you bleed to death, so you know the price of defiance!"

"Is the poison in your body resolved? Can you still suppress it after using so much spiritual energy?" Dylan Chen taunted, pointing at Mark Ye's storage bag. "There are some antidote pills in there, but I made them. Do you dare to take them?"

"You!"

Just as Mark Ye was about to speak, his blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. He quickly sat down to suppress the poison, ignoring Dylan Chen.

"Hahaha, I thought you were so powerful, but you're just like this!" Dylan Chen laughed, dragging his body forward with his hands, his tendons severed.

He knew he couldn't go back, but even a step closer to home was worth it.

The blood loss made him weak, his consciousness starting to blur, the map in his mind becoming distorted.

When a pile of bones appeared before him, he finally realized something was wrong.

He looked up at the nearby White Bone Mountain, his pupils contracting violently.

By some twist of fate, he had ended up here.

The final resting place of Spirit Slaves!

"Those who seek life will not live; those who face death will find life. Fearless of death, blood stains this place, seeking a chance at life." The two lines on the stone pillar came into view.

"Is this fate?" Dylan Chen muttered, pausing before struggling to climb the pile of bones, reaching the stone pillar. He smiled, "If it's fate, then I'll leave it to fate."

Hearing the wind behind him, Dylan Chen turned to see Mark Ye flying towards him on his sword. He touched the copper coin on his wrist and gave Mark Ye a mocking smile.

Then, he slammed his head into the stone pillar!