Sky-Splitting Sword Sect.
Main Hall.
Jiang Yan leaned back in his chair. In his raised right hand, a pitch-black ape's soul lay limply in his palm, looking as if it were gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
However, even in its weakened state, the moment the black ape appeared, an immensely potent corruption instinctively spread out from it, as if it meant to drag the dead land into a ghostly domain.
Fortunately, Jiang Yan had already cut away ninety percent of its power, and everyone present was a formidable member of the Human Race, so they were unaffected.
Even so, Yu Qingjue raised a hand, and a force spread out to envelop the main hall of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect, preventing that evil power from contaminating anyone.
"Th-this... Senior Jiang Yan actually destroyed this Dark Being's physical body, and even its soul failed to escape."
"It seems his strength is even greater than I imagined."
"How strange. I wonder where exactly the sect master found him. The Human Race is one of the Hundred Golden Races, and its experts are numerous. Yet every Great Dao Lord is renowned far and wide. Why had I never heard of him before?"
"Could Senior Jiang have attained the Dao long ago, then spent all this time in seclusion, only to emerge now?"
Seeing that Jiang Yan had destroyed the Dark Being's physical body and suppressed its soul, the Great Elder of the Sword Sect was deeply shaken.
By his estimation, Jiang Yan should have little trouble driving this Dark Being out of the Sword Sect's territory, but suppressing it would be difficult.
After all, the two of them were powerful beings of the same level. If the other party was determined to flee, then unless Jiang Yan had some powerful means