The Wicked Disciple Dragged His Master from the Altar

“Dear Master, where do you think you’re running?”

Shen Shulan felt as if he’d fallen into an icy abyss. He didn’t even have the courage to look back.

With ruthless, merciless methods, Chu Duo dragged this lofty, orchid-like figure down from his pedestal.

His shattered Dao heart, the life-bone torn from his body and broken, the body subjected to endless torment: every last thing left him nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.

When he died in Chu Duo’s arms, he thought at last he’d found release. But he hadn’t. His tribulation was over, and he was still destined to be entangled with Chu Duo.

With billions of troops behind him, Chu Duo marched on the Thirty-Third Heaven. His eyes brimmed with greed. “Dear Master.”

Your tenderness is the only thing that can make me drop my armor and surrender.

A thousand lifetimes of memories fade like smoke and dust. Only love makes it impossible for me to escape your grasp.