The middle-aged man's voice was calm, but as his words fell, a formidable aura spread into the surroundings without pause.
As the figures stepped forward, black energy coiled around some of their hands, with enormous black snakes winding through their fingers.
Others held eerie daggers, their surfaces suffused with a dark, fathomless sheen.
One even unfurled four pairs of gleaming wings and leaped straight into the air.
They came from different directions, occupied different positions, and exuded different auras.
The weakest had the cultivation of a Soul Emperor, while the strongest had reached Soul Sage or even Soul Douluo.
But their target was exactly the same: Zhen Hua, who stood there, and Li Moxun beside him.
Watching them charge, Li Moxun stood calmly, and Zhen Hua showed no sign of nervousness either.
Li Moxun raised his hand and lightly tapped the lectern, and his vast, abyssal sea of spiritual power spread out in an instant.
It formed an enormous white shield that enveloped them both.
Then, in the next second, Fingel stepped forward from behind Li Moxun.
Veins bulged along his arms, and terrifying power spread throughout his body.
Blue-green scales appeared, then turned pure white in the blink of an eye.
Covered in white scales, his strength surged instantly, and he charged like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.
Then he raised his saber and brought it crashing down, its terrifying force arriving with deadly speed.
Even when the others used Soul Skills to block him, their attacks barely had any effect on Fingel's body.
By the time their combined attacks reached him, Fingel had already brought his blade down.
The Evil Soul Master flying highest, the one with four wings, had no chance to react before the saber pierced his skull.
His entire body was cleaved in two from top to