Bamboo Limb Ghost Face

Juling Continent, Tiandi Temple. A man, holding a sword, stands in the temple. "I have lost relatives, friends, and lovers along the way..." "Oh, I thought this was my fate..." He threw the sword in his hand forward, and the sword plunged straight into a huge statue in front of him. He roared: "But now you're fucking telling me that you orchestrated all of this?" "... Hahaha..." "I'll give it all back to you!" He raised his right hand and inserted two fingers into his eyes without hesitation. He trembled, growled, and used all his strength to dig his eyes out. In an instant, blood was everywhere. He stretched his right hand forward, and his two eyeballs were thrown out. At the same time, three rays of light flew out from his forehead, one red, one black, and one golden. His body fell straight backwards and fell to the ground with a muffled "bang" sound. There was no life in the Tiandi Temple, and only his heavy breathing could be heard. Gradually, his body stopped heaving, except for the corners of his mouth, which were slightly raised. Qi Tianxing, this is the fate of fate.