The killing intent in the voice echoed through the hall.
Yet strangely, the two Core Formation disciples below showed no reaction at all.
True Lord Shattered Soul frowned, sweeping his gaze over the two below as he said with some displeasure,
"Why haven't you moved—"
Before he could finish the word "move," True Lord Shattered Soul's voice abruptly cut off.
The expression on his gaunt, aged face changed drastically as he stared in disbelief at the two Core Formation disciples below, their eyes vacant and their life force clearly gone.
"—Who's there?!"
True Lord Shattered Soul reacted instantly. His Nascent Soul Stage Spiritual Sense swept out like a Tempest, enveloping the entire former Yanyue Sect stronghold in the blink of an eye.
The pressure belonging to a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator spread outward, making every Ghost Spirit Sect disciple tremble inwardly.
Though they had no idea why Patriarch Shattered Soul had flown into a rage, before fury that resembled the might of heaven itself, they could only fall to their knees in terror, shivering uncontrollably.
That terrifying Spiritual Sense swept over them again and again.
Yet no matter how he searched, he could not discover the slightest suspicious trace.
What was going on?
Just as True Lord Shattered Soul was filled with uncertainty, an unhurried set of footsteps sounded from a corner of the hall.
True Lord Shattered Soul's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly turned his head and, sure enough, saw an unfamiliar, handsome young man in white standing in the corner of the hall.
Someone his Spiritual Sense could not detect was standing perfectly unharmed right before him...
Such a stark and horrifying contrast could only mean one thing: the other man's Spiritual Sense realm far surpassed his own!
Realizing this, True Lord Shattered Soul was gripped by terror.