The instant that palm appeared, Xiao Jin grabbed Yao Wanhuo by the shoulder and retreated explosively with him.
At the same time, a soul hand seal stretching ten thousand zhang slammed toward the Soul Clan Dou Saint and the spatial vortex.
"Boom!"
The roar caused a momentary stab of pain in the souls of everyone present. The clash between Emperor Realm Souls was far beyond what ordinary people could withstand.
The owner of that slender palm let out a muffled groan. The palm that had tried to protect the Soul Clan Dou Saint was instantly knocked away as well.
At the same time, Xiao Jin, still retreating, flicked his hand again. A yellow-brown energy shot out with lightning speed and landed on the Soul Clan Dou Saint.
"Aah!!!" The agonized scream resounded across the sky. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Soul Clan powerhouse who had reached the Seven-Star Dou Saint Late Stage bizarrely dissolved.
After only a few breaths, the Soul Clan Dou Saint, who had been full of vitality moments ago, had turned into a pool of unknown liquid drifting with faint white mist.
After landing, Xiao Jin did not dare relax in the slightest. He waved his hand, and a solid, tangible Soul Barrier rapidly appeared, firmly shielding him within.
Space rippled, and the owner of that palm was clearly in a far from peaceful mood.
But his objective had already failed. As someone skilled at hiding his intentions, he absolutely could not afford to become entangled in battle at a time like this!
Xiao Jin had never expected to keep the palm's owner here by himself. He knew very well that he had succeeded in his sneak attack purely because his soul was far stronger than his opponent's!
If one only considered the soul, there was currently