With a flick of Ye Lin's finger, Wang Wu's cultivation was directly crippled.
In an instant, he had fallen from a lofty Tribulation Transcendence cultivator to a mere mortal who was nothing at all.
Meanwhile, the old man on the ground had a faint breath, his fate between life and death unknown.
After forcibly enduring the Soul Search, he only had half his life left.
The principle of Soul Search was simple: use Soul Power several times stronger than the target's to forcefully invade his sea of consciousness, then violently pry open his soul again and again to absorb his memories.
Such a method could leave a cultivator in such agony that he would beg for death, finding life worse than death.
Therefore, those with even slightly lower realms would become idiots after being subjected to a Soul Search.
With their souls already shattered beyond repair, it would be stranger if they did not become idiots.
Even powerful high-level cultivators would have to suffer terribly.
"Fellow Daoist, thank you for leading the way. I know how to proceed from here."
"I think I should pay the Blood Gang a visit. We shall meet again."
Ye Lin turned back and nodded at Gao Xiong. Then, as he walked, his figure gradually vanished into the Mist Forest.
Gao Xiong watched Ye Lin's disappearing back and respectfully cupped his fists, bowing deeply.
Only after more than a dozen breaths did he slowly straighten up.
One planted causes and reaped results. He had kindly shown Ye Lin the way, and Ye Lin had casually saved him in return.
Plant a good cause, reap a good fruit.
Next, the Blood Gang should disappear.
It was good for such a huge malignant tumor to vanish. Good indeed.
Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty, Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty.
"Kill