Soul Searching in Bulk, the Secret of the Central Altar!
The emaciated old man didn't even have the strength to stand up. He slumped in the pile of bones, the mourning staff in his hand broken in two, and he looked as if he had aged decades in an instant.
They were scared.
I'm genuinely scared.
They had been running rampant for centuries, their hands stained with blood, and they thought they had long since transcended the fear of death.
But when death truly arrives, when they face a completely incomprehensible and insurmountable existence, the fear that originates from the depths of their soul is something that nothing can conceal.
Su Zhan looked at the three terrified Black Demon Sect Elder, his face expressionless.
To him, these three people were no longer enemies.
Instead... three walking "intelligence" agents.
He couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on these dying men.
He took a step forward.
The figure vanished from the spot.
The next second, as if by teleportation, he appeared silently between the three Elders.
This action was so fast that the three severely injured Martial King had no time to react.
When they sensed Su Zhan's presence, Su Zhan was already standing in front of them.
The Old Man in Black Robe' pupils constricted sharply, and he was about to beg for mercy.
Su Zhan had already raised his hand.
No.
It's not just one hand.
Behind him, the Dharma Form image of the "Immovable Thunderflame Wisdom King," which had not yet completely dissipated, suddenly solidified.
Three colossal hands, engulfing the sky and burning with lightning and fire, emerged from the void like three ancient divine Divine Mountain. With an irresistible pressure, they slowly pressed down on the three tiny, ant-like figures on the ground!
Three giant hands engulfed in lightning and fire blocked out the last ray of light from this desolate, white world.
There was no wind, no thunder.
Only one absolute suppression originating from the level of Principle could solidify space into a block of iron.
On the ground, the three Black Demon Sect Elder had been so arrogant just moments before were now as insignificant as three insects sealed in amber, unable to even move a finger.
Their faces were etched with fear, despair, and an overwhelming sense of absurdity.
Beg for mercy?
Curse?
Or should he self-destruct his soul to preserve the last shred of his Martial King dignity?
A crazed determination flashed in the Old Man in Black Robe's eyes as he used his last ounce of strength to try and detonate his own soul.
He would rather be annihilated than let the sect's secrets fall into the hands of this Monster!
However, his will had just begun to rise.
From the giant hand that pressed down, a tiny arc of purplish-gold electricity gently burrowed into his brow.
"Boom!"
The Old Man in Black Robe felt as if a Sun had been thrown into his Sea of Consciousness; all his thoughts and will were instantly evaporated under the overwhelming power of the heavens.
Even self-destruction has become a luxurious fantasy.
The giant hand slowly descended.
Three hands, precisely, covered the tops of the three Elder's heads.
"No--!"
The woman in red let out a piercing scream that sounded inhuman.
But the sound abruptly stopped.
The Soul Search has begun.
Moreover, they were simultaneously conducting Soul Search on three Martial King experts!
"Buzz--!"
Three massive, complex torrents of memories, filled with violent and dark emotions, surged into Su Zhan's mind like three rivers bursting their banks, following his Sea of Consciousness!
If this were any Ordinary Grade Martial King, even Martial King Peak, their soul would be instantly shattered under such a terrifying information shock, turning them into an idiot.
But Su Zhan's Sea of Consciousness was no longer Sea of Consciousness of an ordinary person.
In the instant that the flood of memories rushed in.
The [Thunder Emperor Divine Seat], suspended in the center of the Sea of Consciousness, trembled slightly.
That ancient and majestic purple-gold throne, like a super processor that had been awakened, instantly took over all the data.
[Blazing Dragon Venerate]: (Yawns) More junk food? Three servings, no less. Boss, your tastes are getting heavier and heavier.
[Nine Heavens Divine Lightning]: (Electric sound) Shut up, don't disturb Brother Divine Throne's work. There are quite a few convoluted things in the memories of these three old guys, and dealing with them is a bit of a drain on electricity.
[The Myriad Poisons Divine Farmer's Canon]: Are there any new poison formulas? Are there any recipes for High Antiquity and rare poisons? Show them to me quickly!