Though it had been nothing more than a simple, ordinary motion, the confusion in Hun Shang's eyes swiftly vanished, replaced by utter horror.
With Gu Hui's casual grasp, he actually felt everything around him being continuously stripped away. Though heaven and earth seemed vast, he was the only one left, utterly alone and unable to do anything.
If that were all, then with the composure he had cultivated over centuries, he naturally would not have lost his bearing like this. But immediately afterward, he felt that vast world seem to collapse, crushing down upon him. He wanted to flee, but he could not. Before that attack, like the collapse of the heavens, he was far too insignificant.
Crack!
Gu Hui clenched his hand in reverse, and a sound like a mirror shattering rang out. Immediately afterward, the space where Hun Shang stood began to fracture inch by inch beneath his grasp. Hun Shang, within it, was like a person living inside a mirror, shattered along with it into countless fragments.
As Hun Shang's soul power was ground away and returned to its source by Gu Hui, the sound of a jade tablet suddenly breaking came from a secret chamber within Soul Hall's main headquarters. The person outside the door shuddered, then hurried inside. A moment later, a figure abruptly rushed out and headed for the main hall, his face filled with panic...
Inside the main hall, the masters of many branch halls and the Heavenly Venerables were discussing important matters when a trembling voice, filled with boundless terror, suddenly reached their ears. "N-No... this is bad! Lord Hun Shang is d-dead!"
Everyone in the hall instinctively turned toward the source of the voice. They saw someone stumbling inside, deathly pale and utterly panicked. It was the person responsible for managing