Returning to the Northern Abyss

He unleashed his divine ability again, and the Blood Shark Pirates' flying vessel had already entered its range.

Wang Daoyuan condensed a wall of water before the vessel. It plunged headfirst into the water wall, its speed slowing more and more.

Despair appeared on both cultivators' faces. They could not escape.

After the flying vessel came to a stop, one cultivator tried to self-destruct his Golden Core, but it was not the five-element spiritual root cultivator.

There was no use in keeping an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator alive, and Wang Daoyuan could not be bothered to waste effort preserving him.

He swung out a streak of Sword Light, piercing through the man's brow.

The Peak Golden Core cultivator breathed his last. The spiritual power he had just gathered instantly scattered, leaving him unable to self-destruct.

The remaining five-element spiritual root cultivator was frightened out of his wits.

Judging from the longsword in his hand and the soft armor on his body, neither was an ordinary item.

This man was probably no ordinary Golden Core Cultivator. He might have been the descendant of some elder.

Wang Daoyuan did not care in the slightest about his identity.

Too many debts brought no worry; too many lice did not itch.

The Blood Shark Pirates would not spare him anyway. What did it matter if he killed one more elder's descendant?

Just as the five-element spiritual root cultivator was about to speak, Wang Daoyuan used the White Tiger Soul Suppressing Roar, directly knocking him unconscious.

There was no time now to cultivate another Split Soul. Fortunately, he still had some Split Souls prepared earlier.

He took out a Split Soul from the Soul Nurturing Pendant and used a secret technique to merge it into the five-element spiritual root cultivator's soul.

After clearing the battlefield,