Ying Zheng Makes a Move

Lightning flashed across the sky as Lin Qi slowly withdrew his finger from the glabella of a bald old man.

The old man stared at Lin Qi with a strange expression, the faint blue gleam in his eyes rapidly fading. In no more than the blink of an eye, the rain pouring down from above had punched countless tiny holes through his body. The old man's body collapsed with a boom, crumbling into innumerable fine specks of dust.

This old man was another Venerable from the Heavenly Temple Upper Court. His flesh was not particularly formidable, but his soul power was terrifyingly strong. Relying on some secret divine-descent art, he had already slain more than thirty old eunuchs from the Blood Qin Empire Elders' Council.

But under the Osmanthus Tree's guidance, Lin Qi had directly shattered the old man's sole weakness—the vital point between his brows from which he launched his soul secret arts. The miraculous blue radiance released by the Osmanthus Tree possessed unimaginable supporting power. The Lion's Roar Thunder Sound unleashed by this Venerable after inviting a god to possess him had shaken the nearby Blood Qin Empire Elders' Council members until blood sprayed from their seven orifices, yet it had failed to affect Lin Qi in the slightest.

His body was frail, and he could only wound others by unleashing a lion's furious roar. Once the blue light released by the Osmanthus Tree enveloped Lin Qi's entire body and blocked over eighty percent of the Lion's Roar's power, this Venerable became nothing more than a small dish on Lin Qi's plate.

Not much battle qi or blood essence was drawn from this Venerable's body, but the power of his soul origin was more than twice as strong as Venerable Duowen's. Lin Qi's soul power abruptly increased by