"No!!!"
Feng Xingyuan roared with bloodshot eyes.
He watched helplessly as Feng Aoming's body exploded into countless fragments the instant he turned his head.
Even Feng Aoming's soul turned to dust and scattered away completely.
The self-destruction of a Saint King Realm expert shook this vast stretch of void, yet it could not even break Feng Xingyuan's radiant protective aura.
But how could Feng Xingyuan care about that now?
Nearly driven mad, he transformed his soul power into countless silver soul threads and released them, doing everything he could to salvage Feng Aoming's soul.
But bringing the dead back to life was undoubtedly an act that defied the heavens.
Feng Aoming was no chosen son of fate. From beginning to end, he had merely been a chess piece used by others.
Even after exhausting all his strength, Feng Xingyuan managed to intercept only a few wisps of Feng Aoming's shattered soul aura. Not even a fragment of consciousness remained; it had all vanished like smoke in the wind.
At that moment, Feng Xingyuan was completely stunned.
He stood there blankly, as though his own soul had been ripped away as well.
What filled him with heartbreak and hatred was not Feng Aoming himself.
It was the thirty percent of the Witch Ancestor's soul he had fused into Feng Aoming's soul.
That was what truly mattered!
Without that thirty percent of the Witch Ancestor's soul, his Witch Refining Technique could never reach completion.
In other words, unless he abandoned his Dao and started cultivating anew, the end of his path in this life would forever be the Eternal Realm.
Moreover, with his Witch Refining Technique unable to reach completion, he would be no different from worthless to that young master.
"Great Xia Dynasty!!!"
Extreme fury burned within Feng Xingyuan's eyes as