“Long Chen, you perverted traitor, now that death has arrived for you, you actually have the heart to look at murals? If you’re smart, you’ll hurry up and kill yourself right now!”

That voice came from a powerful Favored. He looked extremely young, and yet his eyes were filled with haughtiness.

Long Chen didn’t even glance at him. He was still completely engrossed with the image of the nine stars, and it was as if he hadn’t even heard him.

“Long Chen, are you deaf?!” That person was furious that Long Chen was ignoring him. He took a couple of steps forward and shouted even louder.

Only now did Long Chen slowly awaken from his stupor. Looking at that man, he shook his head, sighing. “An ill star is hanging above your head. That means you’re fated to die. How regretful, to die at such a young age.”

Long Chen wasn’t some virtuous saint. And even a saint probably wouldn’t be able to tolerate being insulted and provoked like this.

“Courting death! People say you’re very strong; then let me do my own assessment!”

That Favored snorted and took a step over. A mark lit up on his forehead,...