A disciple from the seventh group, whose cultivation was somewhat weaker, was surrounded and attacked by several remnant souls. His dharma robe was torn apart, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Just as he thought he was about to be buried here, a clear blade light tore through the air and instantly slew those remnant souls.
"Holy Son! Thank you, Holy Son, for saving my life!" the disciple cried gratefully.
Hua Qiang nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Steady your mind. Do not panic. Though these remnant souls are numerous, they possess no intelligence. Find their weakness, and they can be broken."
"Yes, Holy Son!"
"Thank you for your guidance, Holy Son!" Some quick-witted people immediately began showering him with flattery.
As the words fell, an even more terrifying howl suddenly rose from the depths of the Gobi.
That howl was louder and more violent than the cries of all the previous remnant souls.
Immediately afterward, the earth began to shake violently. Ten enormous shadows slowly rose from beneath distant dunes.
They were Remnant Soul Generals, each several zhang tall, clad in complete black armor and gripping massive battle axes whose blades glinted with cold light.
Ghostly green flames burned fiercely in their eye sockets, while the Killing Intent emanating from their bodies was more than a hundred times denser than that of ordinary remnant souls.
"This is bad! Remnant Soul Generals!"
The elder's personal disciple, also the leader of the fourth group, turned pale and cried out, "Rumor has it that the depths of the Soldier's Graveyard Gobi conceal the remnant souls of ancient generals, whose combat power rivals Eternal Realm cultivators!"
Hua Qiang looked up, his gaze falling upon the ten Remnant Soul Generals. The corners of his lips lifted into a faint