"Regardless of how powerful you are, unless you possess divinity, your mind will inevitably have flaws."
"Although your clone is special, the consciousness it borrows still belongs to you. So don't think you can hide behind it and rest easy. If I want you dead, you will definitely die!"
the old man said grimly.
The young man before him was indeed troublesome. An Eighth Tier fighting a Ninth Rank—such a frightening feat was something he had never witnessed in his life.
But that was as far as it went.
Although he did not know what method this person had used to temporarily raise himself to the level of a Pseudo Ninth Tier, how could the gap between the Eighth Tier and Ninth Rank be bridged so easily?
"If I'm not mistaken, your true body is about at its limit too, right?"
"Before you die, I'll give you an introduction so you can die knowing exactly who killed you."
"Although I haven't been active in the outside world for several hundred years, young people nowadays may not have heard my name. But that doesn't matter. In the era I lived in, people in our circle gave me a title: Soul Reaper!"
"Soul Reaper, Song Shutao!"
Feeling the aura of the Thunder Spirit growing dim, the old man revealed a cruel smile.
"Soul Reaper?"
Jiang Qiao was stunned when he heard the name.
It wasn't because the name was unfamiliar.
On the contrary, he had actually seen this name before—and more than once.
It was in Durahan's library. Four or five notebooks had recorded the strange killing methods of a man called the "Soul Reaper," who had once summoned people's souls from across the wasteland and pierced straight through their spirits.
According to Durahan's records,
this man had come from a Native