“Argent Snow can be used like that?” The crowd found Mo Wusheng’s mysterious death quite incredible. They had all felt the despair and bitterness from the picture of snowfall in June, but what they saw wasn’t Lu Yun’s attack killing Mo Wusheng, but the latter dying of a broken heart and dissolving in the scroll.

Such was the power of emotions. When they were magnified to the utmost, whether great joy or sorrow, they could harm and kill.

Mo Wusheng had died to his own emotions. If this hadn’t been the Soul Dominion in which all life and death was fake, he would be well and truly dead.

Lu Yun slowly rolled up his scroll and frowned slightly, deep in thought. He wasn’t contemplating the strange silver light from his opponent—that was Mo Wusheng’s dao. As mighty...