"Martial Uncle Gui!!"
Just after Jiang Yan had killed the Ghost-Faced Jie Realm warrior in three moves, a cry of grief came from nearby.
A burly, middle-aged man wearing a ghost mask just like the other's rushed over. He reached out, and streaks of dim light flared in his palm, as though he were using some kind of secret technique.
Unfortunately, the burly man repeated the same motion three times and managed to grasp only a few fragments of the Ghost-Faced Jie Realm warrior's aura. He didn't find even a trace of his origin.
"Martial Uncle Gui... has actually fallen just like that?"
He looked at Jiang Yan, wariness showing in his eyes.
Just moments earlier, when Jiang Yan had suppressed the Ghost-Faced Jie Realm warrior, he had sensed that something was wrong and tried to break away from his opponent to come to his aid.
But they were both in the Jie Realm. Even though he had the upper hand, it still took time to seize an opening and reach the battle.
And in that brief interval, Jiang Yan had killed the Ghost-Faced Jie Realm warrior in three moves. The speed was beyond anything he had imagined.
In his view, Martial Uncle Gui had been gravely wounded in a battle years ago and had lost some of his strength. But with the status of a Jie Realm cultivator, he should still have been able to hold out against Jiang Yan for a while.
He hadn't expected Jiang Yan to be so overwhelming, killing his opponent in the blink of an eye.
Clack!
Just then, Jiang Yan reached out and seized a storage ring. His soul stirred, grinding away the mark on it. With a flip of his hand, a Jade Slip containing a cultivation technique appeared.
"The Soul-Devouring Heavenly