Buzz!
The soul pressure surged instantly. Lin Chuan's one hundred and eight Soul-Locking Chains had originally been restrained by the Soul Refining Sect members, but at this moment, they suddenly broke free of control.
The instant the Liang rune appeared on the Soul-Locking Chains, the Soul Refining Sect's fourteen chains seemed to have touched red-hot branding irons. After a violent tremor, countless cracks spread across them, and they rapidly contracted from their original positions.
"Liang rune!!! This is the Soul Refining Art! He really is from the Soul Refining Sect!" Blood seeped from the corner of Ghost Thirty-Two's mouth. His face was as pale as paper, his expression filled with shock and disbelief.
"The chapters of Chi, Mei, Wang, and Liang—aren't those techniques that only the Four Soul Heirs of the Soul Refining Sect can use? How could he..." Ghost Thirteen looked as though he had been struck by lightning. His mind was nearly blank, and he could not comprehend what was happening before him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Once the Liang rune appeared, Lin Chuan formed hand seals with both hands. His one hundred and eight Soul-Locking Chains moved through the Soul Refining Mist Sea as though there was no one there, wildly winding toward the Soul Refining Sect members.
"The gap in our soul levels is too great. They can't possibly be my opponents," Lin Chuan murmured.
Whoosh!
Lin Chuan's Soul-Locking Chain suddenly lashed down from midair, striking a Soul-Locking Chain that had not been withdrawn in time.
With a sharp crack, the Soul Refining Sect disciple's Soul-Locking Chain snapped the instant the two collided. A muffled groan came from the other end of the chain, and blood involuntarily trickled from his mouth.
At the same time, Lin Chuan's Soul-Locking Chain shot out and wrapped around the severed section.