"You... what kind of divine ability is that?!"
Yan Beidou was utterly astonished.
He didn't even know how he had ended up here.
The divine ability Hua Yunfei had just used completely defied the very nature of divine abilities. It was too heaven-defying! It made no sense at all!
"It's just an ordinary divine ability, but it's more than enough to deal with you!"
Hua Yunfei's punch blew apart Yan Beidou's Emperor Corpse. Blood sprayed through the sky, quickly evaporating.
"Brat, you think mastering a few special divine abilities means you can act arrogantly?"
The sole remaining head of Yan Beidou roared.
Jiang Ruoyao suddenly appeared, holding a pottery jar. She sucked Yan Beidou's soul straight inside. The pottery jar was astonishingly powerful; even someone as strong as Yan Beidou couldn't resist.
"Ah... no... what kind of magical artifact is this?"
Yan Beidou roared, his voice full of unwillingness. He fought with everything he had, but still couldn't break free. All he could do was watch helplessly as he fell into an unfathomably deep abyss.
"The other four have been collected, too," Jiang Ruoyao said.
"It's so easy working with Sister Yao," Hua Yunfei said, looking at Jiang Ruoyao and nodding.
"I'm not helping you. These people were just an eyesore, and I happen to need some powerful souls."
Jiang Ruoyao spoke without expression, her manner keeping him at arm's length and making it clear he shouldn't get the wrong idea.
Hua Yunfei didn't mind at all. Whatever Yaoyao said went; all he had to do was indulge her.
Afterward, he blew Yan Beidou's head apart and refined away every fragment of his corpse and all his Emperor Blood, leaving Yan Beidou no chance to turn the tables and eliminating every one of his trump cards.
When he was done,