"Senior, if we let this man escape, he may cause us countless troubles in the future."
Zhao Santian watched the fleeing light at the edge of the horizon shrink into a black dot, a trace of barely noticeable worry in his voice. He knew Old Man Nirvana's protective nature well. If even the slightest word of today's events got out, not only he, but everyone present would be implicated.
"Hehe, he won't get away."
Zhang Tie's voice was calm and unruffled, even carrying a hint of laziness.
Despite the immense power of Zhang Tie's divine sense, the soul search lasted for more than half an hour before it finally ended. A cultivator who had lived for nearly seventy thousand years naturally possessed an unimaginable abundance of memories. Finding what he wanted among those countless fragments was no easy task.
Fortunately, Zhang Tie's gains this time were indeed considerable.
As Zhang Tie released his grip, Li Du's remaining head was completely frozen by blue Ice Crystal. After removing his storage ring, Zhang Tie watched the ice sculpture fall below.
After dropping barely a dozen yards, it shattered with a crisp crack. The entire ice sculpture exploded into countless crystalline particles, reflecting dazzling yet frigid halos beneath the noon sun before dispersing through the air like dust, leaving behind not even the slightest trace.
Body and soul utterly destroyed.
Zhao Santian's Adam's apple bobbed as he instinctively stepped back half a pace. Such a method of killing and destroying the corpse was so clean and decisive that it sent a chill through his heart.
Zhang Tie closed his eyes and focused, swiftly sorting through the memory fragments he had just acquired.
The customs of the Northern Cold Immortal Domain, the dangerous lands and hidden realms of the Barren Realm, the open and