The moment Xiao Yu made her move, everyone was dumbfounded.
Daoist Long Ming, chief of the Southwest Secret Bureau, and four Secret Bureau experts whose cultivation was no weaker than their master's, stared wide-eyed at Xiao Yu in disbelief.
Daoist Qingshan drew a sharp breath as well.
The Secret Bureau investigators on Feng Shuang's side were all stunned speechless.
That was a powerful ghost cultivator who had fought one against eight, someone even Daoist Long Ming and Third Master Zhang had been unable to face alone.
A super ghost cultivator whose cultivation had nearly reached the Soul level had been destroyed just like that?
Killed from a distance with a single palm strike?
The overwhelming shock left them utterly astonished...
But after their brief daze, they all came back to their senses.
"Good heavens, Cloak Old Ghost was killed?"
"Am I seeing things? One palm strike, and his soul was scattered?"
"H-how is that possible? Director Long and eight other experts could only fight him to a draw, yet that f-female ghost destroyed him?"
"T-that's way too powerful!"
"Soul level, definitely Soul level. Otherwise, she's a peak Purple Shadow ghost cultivator."
"..."
The investigators were profoundly shocked, all staring at Xiao Yu in utter disbelief.
At the same time, the mutated evil entities around us began scattering to varying degrees.
Their threat to us began diminishing. Even the mutated evil entities surrounding us had begun retreating...
Xiao Yu ignored them, merely looking at the spot where Cloak Old Ghost's body had exploded.
The ghostly flames dispersed, leaving three crystals floating in midair.
Red, a spiritual crystal.
Orange, a fire-element crystal.
Purple, a lightning-element crystal.
Xiao Yu looked at the three crystals and waved her hand.
The three crystals flew over with three sharp whooshes, landing directly in Xiao Yu's hand.