Silent World

The enormous Bone Blade rapidly magnified in Xiao Ming's eyes, and his hands abruptly changed hand seals.

"Silent World!"

Between his brows, terrifying Soul Power was mobilized, then spread outwards like ripples.

As the Soul Fluctuation spread to his surroundings, the Great Heavenly Venerable felt a momentary dizziness, followed by an irresistible suction force. When he regained his senses, he found himself in an Ice and Snow World place.

The terrain here is extremely flat, with an endless expanse between heaven and earth. Amidst the raging storm and falling snow, there is absolutely no sound, which is extremely eerie.

"Where is this place?!"

The Great Heavenly Venerable's aged face was unusually solemn. How could Xiao Ming use such bizarre methods? Why was their Hall of Souls unaware of it all along?

As Dou Sheng, the Great Heavenly Venerable had lived for quite some time. After calming down a bit, he quickly realized that something was wrong with him.

He slightly raised his palm and found that his body was somewhat transparent, and he could no longer sense the powerful Dou Qi emanating from him.

"Was my soul pulled into another dimension? To do that so easily, the level of the technique must be quite high. It seems that after capturing Xiao Ming, I'll need to torture him severely to force him to hand over this method!"

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes as the Great Heavenly Venerable murmured softly. He had come from the Soul Clan and possessed many Soul Skills, but none were as powerful as this.

"Even on the verge of death, they still dare to covet others' Dou Skill. How arrogant!"

Suddenly, a mocking voice broke the tranquility of the world. A phantom figure appeared ten meters in front of the Great Heavenly Venerable, gradually solidifying.

A strange and sinister gaze swept over Xiao Ming, and the Great Heavenly Venerable immediately realized that something was wrong. This space should only be accessible to souls, so Xiao Ming in front of him was also Soul Body. But why was Xiao Ming's Soul Body so solid, almost indistinguishable from a living person? Compared to him, his own transparent body was far inferior.

Weighing the pros and cons in his mind, the Great Heavenly Venerable ignored Xiao Ming's previous words and decisively said, "Xiao Ming, why not join my Soul Clan? As long as you hand over the Tou She Ancient God Jade, it will be a great achievement. My Soul Clan can reward you with many treasures, and even bestow upon you the bloodline of my Soul Clan's Dou Di Bloodline. With your talent and the Dou Di Bloodline, it will only take you a dozen years to advance to Dou Sheng."

"You have been in Central Plains for several years, so you must know the truth of This Saint words. This is not impossible for my Soul Clan."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ming asked with great interest, "I just threw your Hall of Souls Vice Hall Master's head into the outhouse. Are you saying you have the ability to deal with him?"

The Great Heavenly Venerable's withered old face twitched slightly, and his hoarse voice rang out again.

"As long as you hand over the Tou She Ancient God Jade, that won't be a problem. After all, it's just an avatar."

Xiao Ming just smiled at this. Did they really think he was stupid? The Soul Clan would even kill themselves when they got ruthless, and they were still trying to make empty promises to him.

"Sorry, but I don't have the habit of being someone's dog, especially not someone like you who are neither human nor ghost."

Upon hearing this, the Great Heavenly Venerable's face immediately darkened.

With a wave of his hand, his Soul Power surged and transformed into a Ghost Head Blade.

"Xiao Ming, this Soul Blade of This Saint was forged from the souls of ten thousand people. Countless souls were sacrificed to it. Anyone whose body is touched by its blade's aura will suffer the torment of Soul Devour!"

The Great Heavenly Venerable held his Ghost Head Blade slightly horizontally, and said in a sinister tone, "Since you are so stubborn, today I will use it to take your life. That would be doing you a favor!"

"Unorthodox and heretical methods."

Xiao Ming looked disdainful. In his world, it was laughable to think that someone could fight him with just a knife.

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

The Great Heavenly Venerable gave a sinister smile, and the black energy within his body surged forth, transforming into countless hideous souls that screamed shrilly as they continuously rushed into the Ghost Head Blade. As these numerous souls poured in, traces of crimson gradually appeared on the Ghost Head Blade's alabaster surface, resembling dark bloodstains...

"Soul Destruction Slash!"

As the eerie bloodstains appeared on the Ghost Head Blade, a solemn expression appeared on the Great Heavenly Venerable's face. He suddenly swung his hand, and the huge Ghost Head Blade slashed down fiercely at Xiao Ming.

"Die!"

A sinister look appeared on the Great Heavenly Venerable's face. Wherever the Ghost Head Blade passed, space collapsed, and the ground of this space was carved out with a deep ravine hundreds of feet long...

Faced with such an attack, Xiao Ming's expression remained unchanged; he simply watched quietly.

The Ghost Head Blade arrived in the blink of an eye, cleaving Xiao Ming in two.

"Success!"

The Great Heavenly Venerable was overjoyed, but then sensed something was amiss.

"Too easy!"

Xiao Ming's body solidified once more, his face still bearing that slightly mocking smile.

"No, how could you be completely unharmed? Even This Saint Dou Sheng couldn't possibly withstand my Ghost Head Blade unscathed!"

Xiao Ming chuckled. In the Silent World, if a soul is much weaker than his, it cannot possibly harm him. Even the Great Heavenly Venerable's soul could barely carry his shoes. So what if he had the Ghost Head Blade made by Ten Thousand Souls? Once his Soul Power was exhausted, it wouldn't be able to touch a hair on his head.

Of course, there's no need to discuss this with the Great Heavenly Venerable.

"Is that all? Fine, enough time wasted. Tell me the headquarters of the other Hall of Souls Branch on other continents, and I might leave you a complete corpse."

That's right, the reason Xiao Ming was wasting so much time talking to this Great Heavenly Venerable was because he wanted to know the location of the headquarters of the Hall of Souls Branch on other continents.

If I were to cultivate on my own, it would take an unknown number of years for my soul to break through from the Heaven Realm Late Stage to the Heaven Realm Great Perfection.

It would be better to seize the Hall of Souls's Soul Origin again.

Because of the previous two operations, the Hall of Souls was on guard and could no longer seize the Soul Origin of the Central Continent. Therefore, they could only seize the Soul Origin of other continents.

"You took the Soul Origin of those Branch Hall? No wonder your Soul Realm is so high at such a young age!"

"Heh, not stupid after all! Tell me the locations of the Hall of Souls Headquarters on those continents."

"Wishful thinking."

The Great Heavenly Venerable sneered at this and launched another attack. His Ghost Head Blade, filled with killing intent, slashed straight at Xiao Ming.

In response, Xiao Ming merely glared at him, and the Ghost Head Blade vanished into thin air.

How could that be!

The Great Heavenly Venerable was startled and immediately tried to form a hand seal, but found that he could no longer move his body.

"If you won't talk, I have plenty of ways to make you."

Xiao Ming glanced at the other party, and with a thought, the surrounding environment changed. The Great Venerable was tied to a cross, and two black mist figures appeared beside him, holding pliers and scissors.

What do you want to do?

"It's nothing, just letting you experience the tortures of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Of course, you might not know what each level of hell is, but that's okay, you'll know after you experience it." Xiao Ming smiled slightly, and two figures immediately stepped forward, pried open the Great Heavenly Venerable's mouth, clamped his tongue with iron pincers, and forcibly pulled it out—not all at once, but stretched and slowly yanked out...

"Ah!"

Screams echoed throughout the land.

This is not because the Great Heavenly Venerable is weak; it is simply that being tortured in this world is a torture of the soul. This pain penetrates deep into the soul. Can you endure it once, or countless times?