Then a figure appeared. It was Li Changsheng. He stood before Saint Lian Yue and pointed a finger. A beam of clear light shot into her brow and pierced straight through it. Her pupils went blank, and her body fell toward the ground.
The image vanished there.
Fang Chen walked over to Saint Lian Yue and examined her body with his Spiritual Sense. Her body was perfectly preserved, but every Soul Imprint within it had disappeared.
"Li Changsheng is a Quasi-Emperor," he told Moon Saint. "Senior Lian Yue was only a Saint. The gap between them was too great. He destroyed her soul outright with an overwhelming technique!"
If both opponents were Saints, killing one meant finding a way to refine away their entire body. It was impossible to instantly destroy a Saint's Soul Origin and every Soul Imprint in their body as Li Changsheng had done.
Only a Quasi-Emperor could do that to a Saint.
The Slaughter Heaven and Earth technique Fang Chen had used on Yunxiang Mountain had also filled its Sword Light with tyrannical Sword Intent. Even a Nine-Tribulation Saint pierced by that Sword Light would have their soul instantly destroyed by the Sword Intent within it.
Moon Saint's eyes were red, her fists clenched. Furious as she was, she could only force herself to endure it.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Fang Chen sensed a faint trace of soul energy remaining inside Saint Lian Yue.
It was so weak that even Fang Chen had nearly failed to detect it.
He immediately fixed his Spiritual Sense on its source. The trace came from a corner of Saint Lian Yue's mind, but her Sea of Consciousness had been shattered. The tiny remnant of Soul Origin was rapidly fading.
Joy flashed across Fang Chen's face. "Senior Lian Yue isn't dead!"
Fang Chen