Tian Ruodu saw that Lin Shen had actually written his name on the stele. He sneered inwardly, *"Do you really think you can kill me with such a law? If that's the case, then all my years of cultivating the Law of Soul would have been in vain."*
At this moment, Lin Shen had already finished writing the three characters of "Tian Ruodu" on the stele and added a smaller line of text below.
Before Tian Ruodu could make out what the small text said, blood began to ooze from the freshly written characters.
As the blood continued to seep, the liquid on the three characters "Tian Ruodu" squirmed unnaturally, as if alive. The blood was almost ready to flow right off the stele.
Tian Ruodu, who had previously worn a mocking expression, suddenly looked horrified. The color drained from his face, leaving it pale as snow.
His flesh rapidly withered, his once-robust frame shriveling into a skeleton wrapped in skin. His desiccated skin cracked, shedding flakes of dust more and more rapidly.
