What was wrong? What was right?

There had never been a clear and definitive divide between the two.

None of Xu Fu's actions had actually caused any substantial harm to the Cathayan Underworld. He had gathered some intelligence, but he had kept it all to himself solely for self-preservation purposes. At its core, everything that he had done was for the sake of survival and to live a better life.

However, he had been indirectly responsible for the heinous crimes that had taken place in the Huang Clan's earthen building, and who knew how many more light towers in the mortal coil existed? Every single one of them was a relic of a heinous chapter in history. In addition to that, there were the countless innocent mortals that had fallen prey to the Peach Blossom Spring during the past 2,000 years. All of them were praying and hoping for Xu Fu's apprehension!

Furthermore, he had been taking the wrong stance from the very beginning. During the past 2,000 years, he had constantly been provoking Hell's authority, it was just that he didn't have the courage to commit treason.

"Fine," the second King Yanluo said in an indifferent voice, "I'll grant you a swift and painless death in this life."

As soon as his voice trailed off, Xu Fu's head flew up into the air, and no one had even seen the second King Yanluo move. Even as it was sent flying, Xu Fu's head was still etched with an incredulous expression, and blood spurted up into the air, forming a gorey flower.

Before Xu Fu's headless body had even slumped to the ground, the second King Yanluo reached out and...