The sound of a neck breaking was not particularly loud, but no one present—human or beast—was ordinary. The crack rang clearly in all their ears.
The atmosphere turned slightly awkward. No one had expected Mo Lin to be the one who made an operational error. Mo Lin was helpless too. He had truly been careful. Ever since awakening the Winged Dragon Martial Soul, he had known that his strength had changed dramatically. Thus, whenever he interacted with Qian Renxue, he had not dared exert any force, relying almost entirely on the weight of his arms and hands when touching her.
That brief exchange with Tang Hao had thoroughly confirmed that his current strength had indeed reached a terrifying level. Therefore, to avoid killing this evil soul master, Mo Lin had used only around ten percent of his current grip strength, aside from his body weight, applying just enough pressure to keep the man from struggling. Yet even so, Mo Lin had still underestimated his own strength. That ten percent of his grip strength had snapped the evil soul master's neck outright.
Mo Lin straightened up and cleared his throat.
"Ahem! An accident. It was just an accident. Aren't there still three alive? It's no big deal."
Mo Lin's Double Full Hands could obtain memories from a corpse's brain, but that took time. He wanted to clear out this evil soul master stronghold as quickly as possible and head to Sea God Island.
After extracting the memories of the three surviving evil soul masters, Mo Lin learned that the four of them were merely Soul Ancestors. The small evil soul master organization they belonged to had set their sights on him and Qian Renxue when they rented their carriage. Because of Spirit Hall's existence, these evil soul masters truly did not