Immortal Demon God

Zhao Family, Young Master's Courtyard.

"I'm not dead!"

Zhao Yuan felt his body in shock, especially over his heart, which was perfectly intact.

He distinctly recalled that last night, a man in black had suddenly appeared in his room. The man's strength was overwhelming; with a single move, he had shattered Zhao Yuan's heart.

But now, he was unharmed. Could it have all been a dream?

"Impossible. I will never forget the agony of my heart being crushed. It was no dream. Who was it that tried to kill me?"

Suddenly, his heart began to beat, deep and powerful—strangely so.

How could he have a heartbeat when his heart had been destroyed? He looked inward.

He saw a mass of black mist occupying the spot where his heart should have been.

"What... is this?"

Zhao Yuan frowned, reaching out to touch it. Could this thing have saved him?

Where had this black mist come from? That it could keep him alive was uncanny and unheard of.

He exhaled, deciding not to dwell on it further.

No matter what, since he was still alive, he had to find the one who had tried to assassinate him.

He failed to notice the profound shift in his own state of mind.

A moment later, he realized that, unable to awaken his bloodline, how could he possibly face that killer?

In this world where martial strength is everything, those without a bloodline are no different from ants.

"Let me go!"

Just then, a voice echoed from outside. Zhao Yuan's brows