Under Shi Junqing's despairing gaze, Chen Fei slowly withdrew the fist pressed against the bronze hammer and took a step back.
Shi Junqing did not pursue him. It was not that he did not want to, but that he could not.
He stood rigidly in place, his hands still locked in the posture of gripping the hammer and smashing it downward. Within him, the Great Cang Realm Late Stage power he had forcibly raised, having lost its final trace of external restraint and been detonated and stirred by Chen Fei's force, completely spiraled out of control.
"Not... willing..." His lips moved, releasing one final, nearly imperceptible soul sound.
Bang!
The next moment, a boom that was not particularly loud yet so muffled it made hearts tremble came from within Shi Junqing. His Soul Body, wreathed in dim black flames, was like a balloon inflated to its limit. It suddenly shrank inward, then exploded with a thunderous crash.
No flesh and blood flew everywhere. There was only a mass of black blood mist so dense it could not dissolve, blooming and spreading in the center of the great hall like a flower of death.
The Bronze Demonic Hammer connected to his mind also gave a mournful cry the instant its master perished. Its spiritual radiance vanished completely, and it fell to the ground with a clang, turning into ordinary iron.
The black blood mist slowly drifted away, merging into the dust and deathly silence permeating the great hall.
The Great Cang Realm Mid-stage Vengeful Demon, Shi Junqing, had perished, his Dao extinguished, his soul scattered and spirit annihilated.
The hall returned to silence. Only the occasional sound of rubble falling from the dome remained, along with the lingering faint stench of scorched energy after annihilation.
Chen Fei's expression remained calm. With