Soul Origin

As Xiao Ling's icy, bone-chilling words fell, the dark-gold spear was violently pulled from Bone You Saint's body!

The instant the spearhead left his body, scorching blood gushed out like a fountain, staining a vast stretch of the sky red. The spear's already dark-red shaft, soaked in blood, gained an even more sinister and vicious aura.

Bone You Saint plummeted like a kite with its string cut, his eyes still filled with endless despair and disbelief. Before he could fall into the ruins, Xiao Ling shot out a hand like lightning, seized his neck, and forcibly stopped him midair.

That gaunt body was like a doll in Xiao Ling's grasp, utterly incapable of resistance. His remaining breath flickered like a candle in the wind beneath the crushing pressure of a Dou Sheng.

Immediately afterward, Xiao Ling thrust his other hand into Bone You Saint's shattered body. Faint Power of Space coiled around his fingertips, ignoring the obstruction of flesh as it pierced straight through his tissues.

Accompanied by a shrill soul scream, a soul body shrouded in a gray-black glow was forcibly extracted from the shell of flesh. It was Bone You Saint's origin soul. It struggled madly in Xiao Ling's palm, but an invisible force held it firmly captive, leaving it unable even to act on its urge to flee.

Seeing the terror and pleading overflowing from the soul body, Xiao Ling's eyes remained utterly calm. With a flip of his hand, he summoned a pitch-black banner.

The banner fluttered in the wind, countless phantom vengeful souls upon it roaring and churning. A suction force capable of devouring all things suddenly erupted, and before Bone You Saint's despairing gaze, it forcibly dragged his soul body inside.

The Myriad Soul Banner trembled lightly. Runes flashed across its surface, completely suppressing