"Chh!" A wound appeared on Wan Songxiao's neck, and blood instantly sprayed out. His face twisted viciously as he immediately used Liberation by Violence, exploding his body outward. Even as a disembodied form, he still tried to flee from my grasp. I had almost grown accustomed to scenes like this by now. I no longer knew how many evil immortals had appeared before me in such savage, deathly states.
I stretched out my hand, and the Spirit-Nascent Art madly dragged him back. Even then, Wan Songxiao did not forget to struggle desperately to escape, embodying the instinct for survival in its truest sense.
"Why did you only come now! Why did you only come now! Hurry and save me! Quickly! Come save me! Save me!" Wan Songxiao gnashed his teeth, his ugly struggle beneath my Spirit-Nascent Art laid bare for all to see.
I looked into the distance. An old woman in red robes came flying over at high speed with a sword in hand, her eyes solemn as she watched the scene unfold!
What Wan Songxiao probably never expected was that the old woman who had come to save him instantly changed course and fled toward another direction. It was obvious that Wan Songxiao had been killed in such a short time—how could she possibly escape unscathed? If saving him meant certain death, charging over would only leave behind one more disembodied form!
Thus, I was not surprised in the slightest by Gu Dumu's choice.
"Fellow Daoist Gu Dumu, are you really leaving just like that? Won't you say a few more words? Explain the conspiracy between you and Wan Songxiao?" I said coldly. Without the slightest hurry, I took out the Soul Urn. Then, ignoring Wan Songxiao's struggles and pleas, I stuffed him inside.
Inside the Soul Urn