The keen edge of the Crimson Refining Flying Sword cleaved him in two. As the last of his blood mist sprayed out, a tiny Soul Body burst from his ruined corpse. This was the Living Soul of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, far clearer and more condensed than that of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Even its expression and features could be seen distinctly, twisted with weakness and terror. The instant it left the body, a sea breeze caught it and sent it drifting and tumbling to one side. It steadied itself and shot Lei Dong a glance before trying to flee in panic—but a ghastly green "hand" seized it in midair.
Lei Dong kept one hand behind his back, while his right hand controlled the Netherflame Ghost Claw as it flew toward him. Meanwhile, the Ghost General turned into a cloud of thick mist, wrapped itself around the bloody remains, and devoured them greedily, replenishing the strength it had spent.
Watching the Golden Core Soul Body struggle violently in the Netherflame Ghost Claw, squeaking incessantly, Lei Dong felt a rush of elation he couldn't explain. For years, he had feared Golden Core Cultivators. He had always thought of them as towering mountains, impossible to reach. Any Golden Core Cultivator could crush him as easily as an ant if they wished. That fear and insecurity had always haunted him. Lei Dong still remembered all too clearly how he had felt when he first joined the Myriad Ghost Cave and faced his master, the Myriad Ghost Ancestor: terror so intense it prickled his skin and made his body tremble from soul to flesh.
But now, a Golden Core Cultivator who had once stood high above everyone, mighty and untouchable, had been cut down by his own hand. Even the man's Living Soul