Yang Huai had long since come into contact with the inheritance deep within the Spirit-Slaying Jade Disc. Naturally, he knew just how formidable this slaughter inheritance was, but he also knew how sinister and strange it was.
Yet he had never imagined that Flame Daoist had built his foundation upon this inheritance.
With a slash of blood-red light, Flame Daoist beheaded the Bear King. The surging killing intent around him abruptly contracted, and before long, he became an utterly ordinary Daoist once more.
His gaze fell upon Yang Huai, and a trace of nervousness lurked deep in his eyes. When he saw golden light circulating across Yang Huai's body, merely somewhat dimmer than before, he immediately let out a sigh of relief.
He had finally found an inheritor for the Slaughter Hall. He did not want him to perish so soon.
"You were far too reckless. No matter how exhausted you are, you cannot let down your guard!"
He rebuked him sharply.
Yang Huai did not argue. He truly needed to remain vigilant.
He had to make sure nothing like this ever happened again.
Seeing Yang Huai correct his attitude, Flame Daoist nodded inwardly. Then his gaze fell upon the dazzling golden spiritual radiance enveloping Yang Huai's body.
What the Bear King had used just now was a secret art akin to perishing together with its enemy. It aimed to destroy its own soul, transforming it into a soul spike. Its speed had been unbelievably swift; even the power of the Rune Earth Lock had failed to suppress it. It would have been one thing if Yang Huai had reacted in advance, but the real issue was that he had actually managed to block it.
Flame Daoist remembered that Yang Huai had already relied on this art to survive mortal