"Soul scattered and dispersed? What happened?"
Qin Jun furrowed his brows and asked, as the reason he had not killed the Son of Fate was to understand fate through him.
Unexpectedly, this wretch was about to have his soul scattered and dispersed!
Nether Lord helplessly said, "According to him, it seems that fate has abandoned him, and his lifespan was cut off by fate, so he won't live much longer."
Fate!
Nether Lord once did not believe in fate, but now he truly believed.
It turned out that fate really existed in the world.
"Abandoned by fate?"
Qin Jun's mind stirred, and the Son of Fate flew out from the Xuanhuo Mirror; his body was charred black, his hair disheveled, and he looked neither human nor ghost, a stark contrast to his former arrogant self, as if they were two different people.
The Son of Fate hugged his arms around himself, his body tightly curled up, and said with trembling voice, "Kill me..."