Pursuit

The Baleful Soul ignored Daoist Wusheng's furious roar. The Nine Great Main Souls continuously gathered, one after another self-destructing beside Daoist Wusheng. The shockwaves from the soul explosions kept him from focusing on recovering his injuries, and his aura itself grew weaker and weaker under the erosion of that power.

"Then we'll go back together. I'd like to see whether you can withstand this old daoist's revenge."

A flicker of hatred passed through Daoist Wusheng's eyes.

All his plotting over so many years had come to nothing at this very moment. How could he possibly accept that?

Power converged, and Silent Valley's 'Dao' lit up upon him. The 'Dao' he had previously held in his hand had been snatched away by Chen Luo along with his severed arm. Now, only this Silent Valley Dao remained on him.

Black and White spread outward.

It was as though sound had been pulled away by someone. Centered on Daoist Wusheng's head, it spread in all directions. The power of Black and White transformed into Light Spheres, enveloping this entire area. Above and below, everything became a silent region of Two Colors.

The speed at which broken stones and dust fell slowed, while a silent force of Annihilation spread outward.

Master Lin Feng, seemingly frozen in the air, was rolled in on the spot. With a soft pop, he exploded into fragments, and his Soul Power abruptly weakened by more than half. Gao Jie and the other two, as well as Feng Xie and the rest who had followed behind him, suffered the same fate. The Baleful Souls in the air were swept clean away.

Not a single sound was made throughout the entire process.

Chen Luo's figure was also rolled in. His body lost its transformed appearance for the second time, reverting once