At the same time!
A strand of Chaos Starlight streaked across the void!
Whoosh!
In an instant, that strand of Chaos Starlight in the sea of clouds vanished beyond the horizon!
When he looked again...
A figure abruptly flashed into existence before the corpse with an ancient sword embedded in its brow.
The light faded.
Cheng Buzheng's figure emerged.
Looking at the lifeless body before him, he made a grasping motion with his hand...
Several Storage Bags slipped from the fallen Golden Peak True Lord, then turned into streaks of light and flew into Cheng Buzheng's sleeve.
Then, with a thought...
A terrifying invisible force descended upon Golden Peak True Lord's body.
Bang!
A soft sound rang out as a brilliant firework blossomed in the void.
As the firework dispersed...
Golden Peak True Lord's incomparably resilient body had vanished without a trace. Only a palm-sized Nascent Soul floated in the void, its expression vacant and its eyes devoid of spirit, a faint glow rippling over its entire body.
Around the palm-sized Nascent Soul lingered a terrifying edge of sword intent!
Such razor-sharp brilliance came precisely from the ancient sword not far before that Nascent Soul.
Seeing this...
With a thought from Cheng Buzheng, the ancient sword transformed into a streak of sword light and entered his body.
That was right.
This plain, ancient longsword was Cheng Buzheng's natal spirit treasure—the [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword]!
Or rather, one of the four swords.
Then Cheng Buzheng, standing in the void, spread his five fingers and exerted an invisible force.
A flash of light!
That Nascent Soul, vacant in expression and lifeless in gaze, appeared in his palm.
Without hesitation...
Cheng Buzheng directly performed the [Soul-Search Secret Art].
At that thought...
Dense, highly ordered patterns emerged across the hand gripping the Nascent Soul.