Yan Chihuo's competitive spirit rose. He thought, Let's see whether your spell is stronger, or my Innate Seventy-Two Transformations are superior.
He immediately increased the flow of his magic power. After a moment, he felt the obstructing force growing weaker and weaker, and secret joy rose in his heart. Yet he saw a look of utter resolve appear on the face of the cultivator's soul. Yan Chihuo knew something was wrong, but it was already too late. With a bang, the cultivator's soul shattered, transforming into a streak of white light that vanished in an instant.
Yan Chihuo knew this was some sort of secret technique. This man was undoubtedly doomed to die, but he had no idea what use that streak of white light served. He only knew that it was most likely nothing good.
Seeing this, the sword cultivator grinned and said, "You actually forced your junior brother to use the Soul-Splitting Soul-Shattering Technique. You're in deep trouble now. Hahaha." His laughter brimmed with smug delight.
Yan Chihuo's face remained expressionless, but hatred churned fiercely within him. He walked over to the sword cultivator and used the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations to refine the man's soul. Afraid that something might go wrong again, he first wrapped the other's soul in the power of his own soul before refining it. This time, the process went surprisingly smoothly.
Shortly afterward, Yan Chihuo finished refining the sword cultivator's soul. He then walked over to the other cultivator and likewise used the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations. The other cultivator was no different from the sword cultivator and was easily refined as well.
Snow Fairy asked, "What exactly was that Soul-Splitting Soul-Shattering Technique? And who are these three people, anyway?" Though she did not know that Yan Chihuo's Innate Seventy-Two Transformations possessed the Soul Searching