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Naturally, Ah Bian could not be compared to the old ghost. However, the old ghost could not see and the sword moves of Ah Bun were also illusory and unpredictable. Therefore, he was still able to resist for a while.

The old geezer was finally provoked. His black robe bulged like a ball, making sizzling sounds as if it was about to explode.

Ah Bian knew he couldn't force his way in. He withdrew his sword and took a few steps back. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to show off his might, the aura around his body suddenly stopped. He and Ah Gou simultaneously turned to look behind them. In the midst of the sand, the man with the white robe and blue hair was walking slowly towards them through the swirling halos of time.

It was so leisurely and calm, as if time could stop for him. All things followed his rhythm, slowly and powerfully, following him as he came.

The old man immediately retracted his attack and retreated a few steps in fear. He muttered two words, "Butterfly Transformation."

It had finally changed.

Like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, it spread its wings at the beginning, reflecting the bright sunlight. It was so gorgeous that no one dared to look at it. It was soul-stirring.

A breathtaking beauty, a soul-stirring power.

At first, Ah Bian was only surprised, but upon hearing this, he was also surprised. "Could it be that the Butterfly Transformation really exists in the ancient books?"

Using human strength to surpass Heaven and blood as an oath, he signed a contract with heaven and earth. From today onwards, his power would come from the heavens and earth, and in return, he would be able to balance the darkness and light of this world. From then on, he would have neither love nor hate.

"Palace Head Tang!" Ah Bian couldn't help but call out to him, "Why are you …"

Tang San indifferently swept his gaze over him. His obsidian eyes were beautiful and cold. They seemed emotionless, like an extremely beautiful, lifeless statue.

The old ghost didn't care about anything else as he turned around and jumped away. Tang San's cold eyes flashed, and like a bolt of lightning, he moved behind him. The soft sword in his hand let out a screech as it pierced towards the old ghost's heart.

"Palace Head Tang!" Suddenly, a shout came from the side. Ah Wu appeared out of nowhere. With a twist of his delicate hand, needles rained down upon Tang San like pear blossoms. Tang San was distracted for a moment before the old man took the opportunity to run far away.

Ah Wu heaved a sigh of relief. He unsteadily landed beside Ah Bian. When he raised his head and saw Tang San, his eyes were filled with shock and awe.

He had never known that he, with his blue hair, could be this beautiful, as beautiful as a painting that would last for a thousand years.

"Palace Head Tang …" She was at a loss for words. Her heart was pounding and she didn't know what to say.

Tang San didn't find trouble with her. To be precise, he didn't find trouble with anyone else and only gave a blank glance to the crowd. His gaze also swept through the cloud without the slightest pause.

Then he turned and walked resolutely away, toward the far end of the beach.

Yun Meng's mouth twitched. She wanted to chase after him, but her legs were weak. Just now, Tang San's gaze towards her was like a bucket of cold water, immediately freezing her into ice, freezing all of her thoughts and actions.

Originally … So it turned out that 'Lu Mo' was the most merciless word in this world.

— She was only a stranger to him.