But in the next instant, as black light pulsed from Wei Tu's palm, the "spirit treasure barrier" he had regarded as his guarantee of safety dimmed in an instant, then swiftly shattered.
And all of this had taken only a little over twenty breaths since he had suddenly risen up and attacked Wei Tu.
"How is this possible? The Law of Darkness? You're an ancient demon? Impossible, impossible... Ancient demons cannot enter the Sea-Calming Immortal Ruins!" As the fleshy palm, like a small mountain, drew ever closer, the Feather Dragon Clan cultivator's face filled with terror. He staggered back again and again in fright.
He was no ignoramus. He could tell that the "black light" Wei Tu had used to destroy and corrode his defensive spirit treasure was the Law of Darkness, a powerful law that only ancient demons could cultivate—one of the foremost laws in heaven and earth.
Unfortunately, once his spirit treasure barrier broke, there was nowhere left for him to retreat!
A tooth-grinding crack of shattering bone rang out.
Moments later, the Feather Dragon Clan cultivator, who had been so full of life just moments ago, had become a lump of mangled flesh. Only a palm-sized remnant Nascent Soul remained, still struggling on its last legs.
"Soul search!" Wei Tu did not dare delay. He reached out and grabbed at the void, drawing the cultivator's remnant Nascent Soul into his palm. Then, transforming into a red-faced, fanged Heavenly Ghost, he used his peak soul state to forcibly seize the memories from the cultivator's mind.
Especially the "Prince Qing" he had mentioned!
From the moment the battle began, Wei Tu had known that there was no turning back.
Outside, he could still have done as before—disguised himself as a dragon-descendant cultivator through the Dao-Forging Immortal Source Scripture and