Chapter 398: Lighthouse on a Rainy Night

"Think dying is that easy?"

As the playing card in front of him dropped, the blond middle-aged man, pierced through his heart, looked in astonishment toward Shard standing in front of him. The man's Ring of Fate behind him dissipated, but before he could take his final breath, Shard's hand reached out:

"False Immortality!"

Then, with a fierce push, he laid the man down on the ground. Clenching his teeth, Shard wielded the sword with both hands and chopped off the man's left palm. Without both hands, and grievously injured, the Circle Sorcerer had no chance of turning the tables.

Looking at the two hands, the Outlander doing this for the first time felt utterly disgusted. He turned around, picked up a cup of water from the table, and lightly touched it, the Spiritual Light shimmering on the surface of the water. Shard splashed the hot tea on the man's wound to prevent him from bleeding out too much, exhausting the state of "False Immortality":

"I ask, you answer."