"Third Soul Skill: Mental Shock!"
At this critical moment of life and death, Du Hui's pupils suddenly turned silvery white.
An invisible, colorless wave of mental force surged toward Qian Renxue.
In a one-on-one fight, Qian Renxue would have needed to guard against the Mental Shock.
But Hu Liena was beside her!
Hu Liena, who also specialized in spiritual power!
There was no need to say more about what happened next.
After merely two exchanges, Qian Renxue had severed Du Hui's right hand.
His left eye took a punch as well, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
Of course, those were only secondary concerns.
The biggest problem was—
Having lived a pampered life since childhood, he was now facing the terror of death!
It was an extreme, bone-chilling cold!
Like being thrown into a freezer, only for its alloy doors to be sealed shut.
He could only watch helplessly as his body temperature dropped bit by bit, taking him step by step toward death!
"Young Master, what happened?!"
Just then, an angry shout came from the courtyard.
"Steward Zhou, come help me!"
Hearing that voice, Du Hui seemed to have grasped a lifeline and immediately cried for help.
"Young Master, what happened to your hand? Where are the others?" Steward Zhou asked in confusion as he looked around.
"Dead. That man killed them all."
Du Hui's voice trembled slightly.
"You've got some nerve! You dare interfere in the affairs of our sect?"
It was as though Steward Zhou had lost his mind. He failed to notice the three horribly mangled corpses and charged straight at Qian Cheng.
"What a waste of such a big brain. Who knows what you stuffed inside it!"
Qian Cheng held two fingers together like a sword and lightly raised them.
Steward Zhou's body was instantly lifted