"Earlier, I was too hasty. Now that everything has been settled, what is your choice?" Yuan Ming's voice was calm as still water, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
Eastern Kill gritted his teeth. A trace of unwillingness flashed through his eyes, but in the end, he still said in a low voice, "I... I admit defeat. I am willing to submit."
Seeing this, Western Kill and the others no longer persisted either. One after another, they lowered their heads and expressed their submission.
"Your methods are indeed surprising, but making me submit still lacks a bit of heat. Today's defeat was merely due to my momentary carelessness. We will meet again someday." Seven Souls Daoist remained unmoved and spoke indifferently.
Before her words had even faded, the power of her soul suddenly erupted from within her sea of consciousness. It clashed with the power of faith and transformed into a streak of seven-colored light that exploded in an instant. Violent soul-force fluctuations swept outward like a raging storm, only to quickly vanish without a trace.
Seven Souls Daoist's body swayed several times before she finally collapsed helplessly to the ground. Yuan Ming frowned slightly at the sight and murmured, "So it was only a Split Soul..."
Afterward, he turned to the others and questioned them about the planning behind this attack. Learning that Su Wu had been directing matters from behind the scenes did not surprise Yuan Ming. He also planted marks within the souls of the Four Directions Killing Gods, ensuring that they could not betray him. Then, he had Fire Wing Immortal inform them of the matter of worshipping the Nether Moon God before imprisoning them all within Yindu City, temporarily restricting their movements.
Once everything had been arranged, Yuan Ming piloted the Asura Palace through the turbulent