The Wisdom of Xuan Ming

For now, let us leave Xuan Ming and his decision to bring the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race into Lingxiao Pavilion. Shi Ao and the others had also noticed that something was different about Xuan Ming and his companion.

The aura of the two men had suddenly grown stronger. Shi Ao was deeply alarmed. He watched the light shimmer around them, their figures seeming almost illusory. His eyes darted about, and a flash of disbelief crossed his face, followed by a hint of anger.

Clearly, the clever Shi Ao had already guessed what had happened to the two men.

"How is this possible? They haven't merged into the void, so how can they be faster than cultivators at the Integrated Body Late Stage?" Shi Mang stared in astonishment at Shi Ao. "Young Master, something must be wrong. What should we do?"

"Hmph! Damn it, they chose to burn their souls." Shi Ao gritted his teeth, his fury rising. "Even if it means dying, they don't want me to capture them, is that it? Hmph, I won't let them have their way. Even if they block me with their lives, I'll still go to the Land of Chaos and capture their clansmen."

Before setting out for the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race, Shi Ao had solemnly promised his clan that he would capture members of the race. More than a year had passed, and he still hadn't gotten his wish. Now he had seen Xuan Ming's defiance even in the face of death, and his anger boiled over.

"Heh, these two are real fools. Do they think they can stop us?" Zhu Tian sneered. "They're only two cultivators at the Integrated Body Late Stage. So what if burning their souls boosts them to the mid or late Mahayana Stage? How long can they