Trouble?
Watching Bei Huai's divine soul fragments wither across the sky, feeling the utterly terrified gazes of the spirit cultivators around him, Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to say...
"This is trouble? Why don't you just fly straight into the heavens?"
But the words never left his mouth. His thoughts stopped at the instant Bei Huai's divine soul was torn apart.
Xu Xiaoshou's combat awareness was already formidable. He could keep up with Shen Yi and Bei Huai's reactions.
Of course, he could tell that once the Three-Lifetime Prison Realm shattered, Bei Huai's divine soul had not run out of strength and become unable to resist.
Yet Bei Huai did nothing. He simply let the crazed Shen Yi tear him apart, as though he willingly sought death.
"So what's going on now? It looks like he's dead?" Xu Xiaoshou pointed at the aftermath before them.
"He had a chance, but he gave it up..." Shen Yi did not answer, merely muttering to himself.
Clearly, he had sensed the same thing Xu Xiaoshou had. Frowning, he murmured again, "That means there's a method brewing in the shadows that can resist us better than 'protecting his own divine soul'..."
Having his soul torn apart was merely a smokescreen, or a means of buying time? In secret, Bei Huai was plotting some greater killing move, intending to take down Shen Yi?
Xu Xiaoshou pondered this and asked, "What is it?"
"I don't know." Shen Yi shook his head decisively.
"You don't know?"
"I only sensed it. That doesn't mean I know what they're thinking. Just as I'm only responsible for meeting soldiers with generals and water with earth—I'm never responsible for thinking..." Shen Yi shot Xu Xiaoshou a sidelong glance. "That's exactly what I hate about people like you. You love scheming crooked thoughts."