True Celestial Dragon

"Eat."

Chen Ping placed the bag of Soul Extinguishing Powder—powder that, once diluted in water and soaked in, could leave even a Titled Douluo unable to muster Soul Power—before the person in charge.

Upon hearing Chen Ping's command, how could that man dare say another word?

At this moment, he was no longer the Evil Soul Master outside who could do whatever he pleased, have whatever he wanted, and enjoy the dual protection of the Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun Moon Empire's legal authorities. He was merely a pawn whose superiors could dispose of at will, including his life.

"Cough, cough. Cough, cough, cough."

The man in charge grabbed fistful after fistful of Soul Extinguishing Powder and swallowed them without the slightest hesitation, even as he sprayed the powder all over the place.

Though he saw a strange glow covering Chen Ping's hand holding the bag—and even his entire body—that seemed to isolate him from the powder, he did not dare ask any questions. He simply kept swallowing the Soul Extinguishing Powder.

"Enough. Stop eating. Tell me when you can no longer gather Soul Power."

Seeing that a third of the bag had already been consumed, Chen Ping hurriedly put it away.

This Soul Extinguishing Powder was good stuff. Used properly, its effect would not necessarily be much worse than the powder from the Jade Phosphorous Ten Absolute Flowers. Though their uses differed, they were equally potent.

In less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, one Evil Soul Master hurriedly spoke up.

"My lord, I... I think I can't gather Soul Power anymore."

As he spoke, the Evil Soul Master summoned his two yellow and three purple Soul Rings. Within just a few breaths, the five rings grew dimmer and dimmer before ultimately