The people of the Soul Clan all broke into smiles.
Because Su Mo was as good as dead.
Even if there were hidden powerhouses from the Primordial Divine Mountain nearby, it was too late to save him now.
Unless it was an existence far more powerful than the Soul Lord.
Yet, judging by Su Mo's cultivation and strength, it was unlikely he could summon a powerhouse of that caliber.
Crown Prince Jin Hun's face wore an expression of sheer delight, as he had long wanted to kill Su Mo, but had simply never found the opportunity.
Today, Ancestor Xie had slain Su Mo; although he had not killed Su Mo with his own hands, it still vented a pent-up grievance and removed a hidden danger for the Soul Clan.
At this very moment, not far behind Crown Prince Jin Hun, two other figures still stood.
These two were none other than the Prison Lord and the Demon Realm Master.
Seeing this scene, the Prison Lord and Demon Realm Master Shen Luo wore contrasting expressions.
Shen Luo's face was expressionless, holding only detachment and coldness, whereas a flash of pity crossed the Prison Lord's eyes.
With Su Mo dead, she had no idea in which year or month she would ever find a chance to break free.
Even Ling Shang and the Chaos Divine Emperor, both of whom understood a fraction of Su Mo's strength, could not help starting in shock at this moment, worried that Su Mo had fallen into Ancestor Xie's trap.
BOOM!
Suddenly, an explosive crash shook the firmament.
The massive saber struck Su Mo, yet it came to a dead halt. Terrifying power erupted from the blade, resembling a heaven-destroying and earth-shattering storm.
The array of the Fifth City was instantly triggered, guarding the safety of the