Hu Ming knew he was about to die, but he never imagined that the world he'd see before death would be so beautiful. Five-colored auspicious lights swirled around his body, as if divine miracles were descending.
Yet he knew clearly in his heart that whoever wanted him dead wouldn't leave him the slightest chance to send warning messages. That previous strike wasn't just meant to take his life—it was meant to destroy his soul essence as well.
To think that he, Hu Ming, had lived a life blessed with intelligence and striking looks, driving countless male and female spirits crazy with desire, only to die so pitifully—not only would his soul essence be lost, but he wouldn't even have a place for burial.