To everyone else, Chen Changan and Evil Lord Hao seemed to be staring each other down, eyes locked.
Even the people who had been planning to flee had forgotten all about it. They all seemed to want to know how things would unfold.
Just as everyone was puzzled, they suddenly noticed Evil Lord Hao's aura vanish, while Chang Kongming's aura returned.
But without Evil Lord Hao, Chang Kongming's cultivation realm fell straight to the peak of the Saint King level.
Chang Kongming looked utterly bewildered. He had no idea what had just happened.
The only thing he knew was that he had lost—and lost utterly. Not only had everyone learned that he had sold out his Saint Soul,
but he had also failed to obtain what he wanted in exchange for selling it.
"You... What did you do to me?" Chang Kongming glared furiously at Chen Changan.
"What doesn't belong to you will never truly be yours."
"I didn't do anything. It's just that someone no longer has any use for you."
Chang Kongming couldn't understand what Chen Changan was saying, and he didn't want to. There was only one thing he wanted to do now: vent his fury!
"You ruined everything!"
"I'll kill you!"
With that, Chang Kongming charged straight at Chen Changan.
But Chen Changan was even faster!
Whoosh!
A flash of sword light streaked past. The next moment, Chang Kongming's body crumbled into countless specks of starlight before everyone's eyes, vanishing without a trace.
"Why bother? Isn't it better to be alive?"
He was dead?
Chang Kongming, ranked sixteenth on the Holy Dragon Ranking, was dead just like that?
Chen Changan had never made a move before. Everyone knew his physical body was incredibly powerful, but now it seemed that wasn't the only thing about him that