Blood Extremity stared at Jiang Buping's icy expression, his face filled with disbelief. Even as his remnant soul dissolved, he seemed not to feel it.
Meanwhile, the illusory heads formed from Jiang Tianming's and Yun Yan'er's lingering thoughts were filled with unwillingness and pain. Beneath it all lay boundless terror.
They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but could no longer make a sound.
Poof!
The two illusory heads burst apart and vanished like bubbles.
Jiang Tianming and Yun Yan'er had been utterly reduced to ashes!
Blood Extremity's lips twitched. "What cultivation art was that?"
In his consciousness, there was still only that attack from earlier—a shot beyond words and description. The instant it was unleashed, it pierced into his remnant soul.
That ultimate force of slaughter was dissolving his remnant soul.
It was as if, so long as one possessed a soul, there was no way to evade or withstand that attack.
Blood Extremity had always believed that although he was merely a remnant soul, he had once been an existence of unimaginable might. How could a mere martial artist of the Immortal Realm, let alone the Tianhe Realm, possibly injure him?
Even if they cultivated an immensely powerful soul-slaughtering art, their realm was too low. They should have been unable to harm his remnant soul.
Yet he had misjudged everything.
Only at this final moment did he realize in horror that the slaughtering art Jiang Buping had used with that shot had completely surpassed his understanding. It was no longer merely a secret art for slaughtering souls, nor simply some cultivation art for killing souls.
The Taicang World had actually produced such a monster?
This path of slaughter was incomparably powerful. Anyone capable of creating such a mighty path of slaughter, while also being in the Taicang