The Soul Hall Master's screams still echoed above the Peak of the Fallen, while the wisp of dissipating blue smoke was like a silent thunderclap, leaving the entire crowd utterly speechless.
A thousand zhang away, the cultivators who had thought Xiao Ze was sure to lose gaped at him, their eyes full of shock.
A Five-Star Dou Sheng was a peak combatant even in the Central Plains, yet Xiao Ze had slain him with a single move. Such strength was truly terrifying!
Soul Demon Elder stared at the empty spot, his body trembling uncontrollably as his dark, blue-black Soul Qi began to churn.
He had known the Soul Hall Master for a hundred years and knew his strength well. Yet in that instant, he hadn't even had a chance to save him. All he could do was watch as the flames devoured his companion.
An unprecedented fear crept up his spine and into his heart.
"You... you actually dared to kill him!"
Hun Qianmo's voice finally lost its earlier composure, trembling almost imperceptibly.
The Soul Hall Master was not only the one who held power over the Soul Hall, but also a key piece the Hun Clan had placed in the Central Plains. Now that he'd been slain, Hun Qianmo would be unable to evade blame even if he returned to the Hun Clan.
His eyes, glimmering with a ghostly light, fixed on Xiao Ze. The skull atop his staff opened its mouth, revealing stark white teeth, as a deathly aura far denser than before erupted from within him.
Xiao Ze gripped his flaming sword. The flames dripping from its tip burned little holes into the rock. His voice was calm, yet carried a bone-chilling coldness.
"So what if I killed him? The Soul Hall's people deserve to die. Now