Something Strange About the Divine Statue?

"Careful! Soul attack—it's a soul attack!" The instant Lian Zhai's scream rang out, Lou Jianguo's startled cry followed.

Ye Zhen gave a scornful smile. "Too late!"

Using his finger as a sword, he gave it a light sweep. The golden sword aura of the Heart Sword slashed toward Lian Zhai, who was clutching his head and screaming, swift as lightning.

Just as Lian Zhai seemed certain to die, Supreme Grand Elder Lou Jianguo flew into a rage. "You dare, you wretch!" With a furious roar, his body swayed like a wisp of smoke and vanished from where he stood. Disregarding his status, he personally moved against Ye Zhen.

"Elder Lou, matters between young people should be settled by the young people themselves!"

Jian Qianxiong, who had been watching the battle intently, let out a hearty laugh and casually struck a palm toward empty space thirty yards ahead. Astonishingly, with that palm strike, the air before him seemed to be squeezed, twisting slightly.

Then, Lou Jianguo's figure, which had just vanished into thin air, abruptly tumbled out before Jian Qianxiong. The instant he emerged, Lou Jianguo immediately glared furiously at Jian Qianxiong.

Pfft!

At the same time, Ye Zhen's Heart Sword aura swept through. Lian Zhai, Lou Jianguo's disciple, was still screaming beneath the assault of the Soul Refining Divine Light. Before he even knew what had happened, his head flew into the air, blood from his severed neck spraying three feet high!

Lou Jianguo's eyes suddenly widened. Yet unexpectedly, he did not explode in rage. He merely stared at his disciple Lian Zhai's corpse for more than a dozen breaths before turning his gaze to Ye Zhen.

"Very good, boy. You dared to kill, before this old man's very eyes, the final disciple I spent decades painstakingly cultivating. Very good.