"A wisp of a Saint's Consciousness—is it really that hard to kill?" Xiaoyaozi's utterly indifferent words left Lan Ji, who had nearly collapsed, speechless.
The corner of Chu Yun's mouth twitched as well.
Good grief. The swagger he had been meant to put on had all been stolen by his master.
When Shi Qianshan, Asura Venerable, and the others saw that Chu Yun's master could even slay a Saint's Consciousness, their expressions were filled with boundless admiration for him.
"It seems the trump card you thought so highly of was nothing more than this."
"Since that is the case, Plague, make your move."
"Also, search Lan Ji's soul before killing her," Chu Yun said calmly.
"Yes."
After Plague Knight tortured Nie Ming, Shangguan Ye, and the others until their hatred values were full, he reduced them—along with those Heavenly Venerable Realm experts—to nothing with ghostly poisonous mist. Not even a corpse remained.
Of all the powerful experts of the Empress Faction, only Lan Ji remained.
Plague Knight pressed a palm against her face. Vast Saint Power surged directly into Lan Ji's soul, instantly causing severe distortions across her face and even throughout her entire body.
"Ah!!!"
The surging Saint Power invaded her soul memories, making her feel as if her soul had been torn into hundreds of millions of pieces. The pain was unbearable.
In the end, every memory within her mind was extracted by Plague Knight, preserved inside a Luminous Spirit Pearl, and presented to Chu Yun.
After receiving it, Chu Yun looked expressionlessly at Lan Ji and said softly, "This is where it ends."
Lan Ji's hair hung loose around her savage face. In the end, she still revealed a few frenzied smiles. "Chu Yun, you will not live long!"
"This Empress will wait for you in hell!!"