Inside the inn, the old eunuch froze in place after sensing that incomparably powerful surge of Soul Power.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead as he stared at Ye Xingchen before him, not daring to move an inch.
Seconds and minutes ticked by. Only when the white-robed figure before him returned to the stairs did he slowly begin to move.
Yet the moment he raised his hand, he discovered that his head and body were no longer in the same place.
With a thud, the old eunuch finally realized that his head had fallen onto the floor. The surrounding Soul Masters watched with a trace of terror in their eyes.
They instinctively tried to leave, but as screams rang out one after another, their heads fell in turn.
"Go back and tell His Majesty the Emperor that he has one hour to come here and apologize to me. Otherwise, I will destroy this entire country. This is his final deadline!"
The surviving Soul Masters outside looked terrified at these words. They glanced at the white figure on the second floor, then vanished from the spot.
Leaning by the window, Qian Renxue watched the sea of people around them disperse, a trace of helplessness in her eyes.
She had thought this empire could send a few decent experts to help them relieve their boredom. Yet in that brief moment, they had dismantled these so-called experts in no time.
"Why do you want to seek them out? Making such a commotion doesn't really benefit us, does it? They're still just mortals. There's still a gap between them and us!"
At Qian Renxue's question, a playful smile appeared on Ye Xingchen's face.
He turned to glance at the soundly sleeping Sun Goddess and said calmly:
"It would be far too difficult to find