With a single finger strike, Mu Gu and Han Feng were completely reduced to dust.
Countless memories of the past scattered away with the wind.
Yao Chen withdrew his finger and let out a quiet sigh.
Having personally killed Han Feng left him with complicated feelings.
Han Feng had been his first disciple, a younger generation member whom he had cherished and protected like his own son.
Although Han Feng had rebelled against him, betrayed his master and ancestors, and personally killed him, his master—
after all, how could so many years of master-disciple affection be severed so easily?
Yet now, he had had to kill Han Feng with his own hands.
There was no need to say how cruel fate could be.
After a long while, Yao Chen finally composed himself.
He looked at Wang Yuan and thanked him softly but sincerely. "Thank you, Senior."
Wang Yuan waved his hand without saying anything.
But Yao Chen was truly grateful. Without these two Seniors, he might still have been nothing more than a wisp of a remnant soul. How could he have been reborn, reached the Dou Saint realm, and finally taken revenge with his own hands, fulfilling his long-held wish?
Soul Hall.
Within the deepest secret chamber, a black-robed figure sat cross-legged.
Before him floated a remnant soul!
It was none other than the Great Heavenly Venerate of Soul Hall!
"Hall Master, those two Mysterious Experts are definitely above the Seven Star Dou Saint level!"
"And they know the Clan Chief!"
The Great Heavenly Venerate was pale with terror, recounting everything that had happened in a shrill voice!
Hun Miesheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his aura surged violently.
"What?"
"Is what you said true?!"
The Great Heavenly Venerate nodded frantically. "This subordinate would never dare lie!"
Hun Miesheng's gaze