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The Wolf of a Dark Age

Ren Lei is the fourth son of a minor noble family and the son of a concubine to boot. Being born a cripple, the only thing he has is beauty; beauty that caused him much suffering growing up in a house where no-one loved him. As if that wasn't enough, he was about to be sold off in a political marriage to a woman who had everything he didn't, the Princess of the Ether Cloud City, full of not only beauty but with immense talent in profound cultivation. Refusing to submit to his fate, as a final act of rebellion, in a desperate bit to retake what little control he had over his own life, he chooses to consume poison and commit suicide. However, the fates are not so kind to those that would try to change it. He survives but suffers from a strange condition that causes his soul to separate from his body. As he slowly loses the constrains of a physical body, he is forced to look at himself more closely and recognise who he truly is. Not only must he struggle against the destiny devised for him but also his true nature: a calamity whose howl will wipe the slate of an era clean, ushering in a new dark age. [Cover not owned by me, contact me if you want it taken down.]

1Sword2Peaks · Oriental
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183 Chs

Burning His Soul

Perhaps because the fear of death had fully been hammered into him, Elder A didn't even show the slightest of hesitation as he dodged backwards. Meanwhile, Elder B fired another energy crescent towards the cripple, hoping to make it easier for his companion to make an escape. This prompt response of theirs had prevented the worst from happening, but Elder A was still unable to cleanly retreat and as a result, suffered another wound. 

Not only that, Yun Lei showed no signs of slowing down at all. When one attack missed, he would immediately launch another. Fuelled by more profound energy than he had ever used at once before, he knew neither fatigue nor restraint. That energy would eventually run out and fighting with his aura fully unrestrained was the same as wantonly burning his soul energy. His time in battle was numbered, and this knowledge only made him even more vigorous.