A tense, even trembling voice sounded by his ear: “Ethan Brooks, don’t blame me, I didn’t want this either, but Logan Carter said… as long as I kill you, he’ll marry me! I have to think of the child in my belly! Besides, you and I were never a good match—how could someone like you have feelings for me? I’m sorry!”

Hearing these words, Ethan Brooks was alarmed. He thought, I’ve just barely reincarnated and come back to life, and now, out of nowhere, someone wants to kill me? He tried to move, but was completely powerless, unable to muster even a bit of strength throughout his body.

With a soft “shing,” the sound of a blade being drawn, Ethan Brooks could even imagine a woman standing by his bedside, holding a longsword, slowly pointing the tip toward him.

A chill carrying the breath of death spread from his chest, followed by a stab of pain. If he didn’t fight back now, the next moment he’d be back in the Hall of Yama.

He wondered what the ox-headed and horse-faced guardians would think upon seeing him again.

A one-day tour of the Tiangang Continent? With a return ticket included!

At this critical moment, Ethan Brooks’s previously muddled mind suddenly cleared. He didn’t know where the strength came from, but he abruptly opened his eyes and shouted angrily, “Wretch!”

The woman standing by the bed was already terrified—this was her first time killing someone, so her technique was inevitably clumsy. On top of her guilty conscience, Ethan Brooks’s shout made her panic even more. She looked up at Ethan Brooks in fear, and as their eyes met, her pupils widened in shock.

An endless sea of blood, rolling skulls, mountains of corpses, blood flowing like rivers! Countless ferocious ghosts bared their fangs and claws, lunging at her.

“Ah!” A heart-wrenching scream burst from the woman’s mouth.

Ethan Brooks kicked at her wrist, sending the longsword flying to the ground with a clang, but the woman just stood there dumbly, staring at him in a daze.

Blood flowed uncontrollably from his wound. Ethan Brooks quickly pressed several points on his chest, and the gushing blood finally slowed.

Chapter 2: Tianxiu

“What happened?” Several women’s sharp voices called from outside, followed by the sound of hurried, light footsteps approaching.

Ethan Brooks’s residence was called Yanliu Pavilion. Although it was in a rather remote part of Tianxiu Sect, the woman’s earlier scream was so tragic that it naturally drew attention.

In less than a moment, the door was kicked open, and seven or eight beautiful young women in plain clothes rushed in, each with furrowed brows, scanning the room.

When they saw the woman standing there motionless, still holding a sword, they couldn’t help but ask in confusion, “What’s going on?”

Ethan Brooks forced himself to endure the pain in his head, his gaze sweeping over these seemingly familiar yet strange pretty faces. He felt a sense of familiarity with these women, but the memories of this body were still merging with his own, so he couldn’t recall much for the moment.

Compared to that, the pain from the stab in his chest seemed trivial.

“She tried to kill me!” Ethan Brooks forced the words out from his throat.

“Huh?” The women were shocked, turning to look at Ethan Brooks, only then noticing the blood soaking his chest, staining most of his robe red.

Only now did they realize something was wrong. One of the slightly older girls said, “Quick, call the Sect Master and the elders!”

A woman behind her responded and dashed out the door.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. The woman who had spoken earlier looked at Ethan Brooks, then at her dazed junior sister, and stepped forward to gently call, “Little Grace, Little Grace!”

She called out several times, but the woman named Little Grace showed no reaction. Her once bright eyes were now trembling rapidly, her face deathly pale, and she was drenched in cold sweat as if she’d just been pulled from water.

“What did you do to Little Grace?” Seeing her lively junior sister reduced to this state, the woman couldn’t help but turn to Ethan Brooks and snap harshly.

“Haha!” Ethan Brooks let out a long laugh, giving her a contemptuous glance and mocking, “Senior Sister Emily Harris, shouldn’t you be more concerned about my injuries right now? Whether they’re fatal?”

In this short time, Ethan Brooks had finally sorted out everyone’s identities. The woman who had spoken was one of the core disciples of Tianxiu Inner Sect, Emily Harris. The woman who had just tried to kill him was also a core disciple, Grace Foster.

For certain reasons, almost none of the third-generation disciples of Tianxiu Sect liked Ethan Brooks.

But that didn’t matter. That was the old Ethan Brooks. The current Ethan Brooks came from the illustrious Tang Clan!

Though his body was still weak, Ethan Brooks could feel that the sword wound in his chest had nearly pierced his heart. If Grace Foster had stabbed just a bit deeper, he really would have died.

Ethan Brooks’s retort left not only Emily Harris stunned, but also the Tianxiu disciples beside her, all equally astonished.