As he laughed wildly, Li Changsheng immediately retreated. He knew Fang Chen would go berserk after being struck by the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Nails. He feared that if Fang Chen could not break free and knew death was certain, he would drag Li Changsheng down with him.
To Li Changsheng, Fang Chen was a Thunder Beast grievously wounded by his arrow. He would not last much longer, so there was no need to take another risk.
"Haha! Wonderful!"
Inside Xuanhuang Hall, Ye Mian saw Li Changsheng strike Fang Chen with the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Nails and burst into wild laughter.
The Ye Family Saints were puzzled by Ye Mian's excitement.
After laughing for a while, Ye Mian looked at the bewildered Ye Family Saints and said, "Fang Chen is doomed. Senior Li Changsheng just struck him with the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Nails, which Ancestor Ye Xuan left behind. Even a Great Emperor's soul would be injured by them. Anyone below that level who is struck will certainly die!"
"The Nine Nether Soul Devouring Nails? They're that powerful?"
Shock appeared on the Ye Family Saints' faces. None of them had heard of the nails before. They were a Ye Family secret known only to its successive Family Heads.
"Hahaha! Congratulations, Family Head! If Fang Chen really dies, let's see whether the Glazed Sword Sect still dares to act arrogantly before the Ye Family!"
"Exactly!"
Everyone in Xuanhuang Hall erupted with excitement. None had expected the Xuanhuang Great Emperor to leave the Ye Family such a formidable treasure.
In the distance, the Myna bird saw Fang Chen's agony and hurriedly asked, "Fang Chen, how are you?"
"It hurts. It hurts so much. It's like countless insects are tearing at my soul inside my head..."
Fang Chen's voice sounded in