Soul Envoys' Rendezvous Point

The Hook Soul Envoy's charging figure suddenly froze. Looking down at the wisp of lightning radiance carrying an aura of destruction piercing through his chest, his eyes brimmed with unwillingness and terror. Then his body burst into a cloud of black qi, and he perished completely.

From his appearance to his end, only ten breaths had passed.

Lu Chen's expression remained calm, as though he had merely swatted a few flies to death.

He raised a hand and grabbed through the air, collecting the storage pouches of the Hook Soul Envoy and his four subordinates, along with the damaged bone shield. With a flick, he sent out a ball of lightning fire that reduced the corpses to ash.

"Clear the roadblock and continue onward," he told the old steward, who had long since been dumbstruck.

"Y-Yes!" The old steward came back to his senses and hurriedly answered, his heart shaken beyond measure. So this was the Duke's strength? Killing Supernatural Power cultivators as easily as butchering dogs? No wonder His Majesty valued him so highly!

The carriage continued onward, passing through the cleared passage. Lu Chen sat inside, inspecting the spoils.

Aside from a considerable amount of yin-aspected materials and spirit stones, the Hook Soul Envoy's storage pouch contained a black token engraved with strange runes, as well as a crude sea chart.

Several East Sea islands were marked on it. One, in particular, had been circled, with the words "Soul Envoys' Rendezvous Point" written beside it.

"The Undead Monarch has arrangements in the East Sea as well... Is it to receive those coming out of the secret realm, or is there another scheme?" Lu Chen put away the token and sea chart. Both were clues.

After that brief episode, they encountered no more worthwhile ambushes for the rest of