The Dark Hall was the most mysterious organization in the Dark Sea Region. From the very first day Qin Fengming arrived in the Dark Sea Region, he had heard of this mysterious name that made every cultivator in the Dark Sea Region tremble with fear.
The reason he had called the old man a member of the Dark Hall was largely because of the three-foot-long azure blade in his hand.
This magic treasure could not be shrunk and put away. It was three feet three inches long, barely half an inch wide, and as thin as a cicada's wing. Its entire body was azure, covered in carved talismans and incantations. Its aura was restrained so completely that even while holding it, he could not clearly sense what energy existed within.
Viewed as a whole, it looked like nothing more than an ordinary outer weapon from the mortal world.
Yet from this weapon, which looked no different from an ordinary blade, Qin Fengming sensed a razor-sharp aura that pierced straight into his mind.
It was as though merely touching the blade would be enough to cut his hand.
Having faced the magic treasure's full-power attack just now, Qin Fengming could be certain that only a Dark Hall cultivator, using a special incantation-driven method, could make it remain completely devoid of aura until it struck the top of his head.
"Hmph. This old man admits defeat today. The fact that I failed to kill you already means this mission has failed. Now that you have destroyed my physical body and captured my Nascent Soul, even if this old man wants to live, it is impossible. If you want to learn anything else from me, forget it. Even if you use Soul Searching, you will not obtain the slightest bit of information. Therefore,